Tomorrow I'm off to officiate the wedding of the girl with the earcuff, ankh necklace, and jaunty hat. I will be staying with her matron of honor, the girl with the swoopy bangs, pegged jeans, and spangly Contempo jacket. I have no idea who the person with the braces, perm, Chess King creepers, and quasi-political T-shirt is.
Go ahead and snicker, but you have to understand that in 1990 we were the coolest people in the world.