So that’s totally not true, but you wouldn’t know it from this photo of me, would you? I’m wearing The Sweater, which I discussed earlier this week. It’s circa summer 1990, and I was living in a house called Big Pine at Cape Cod with nine other girls. We called it BPCCMA. We were not old enough to drink, but as you can see we managed to procure more than our share of Budweiser. We favored Baja hoodies and the striped pajama-like pants Debbie’s wearing (I wish I still had those!). As you can see I participated in the bad habit of smoking cigarettes. I had another bad habit of borrowing my friends’ clothes without asking, but most of the time they didn’t mind. The Sweater was Susan’s, who’s on the right. Debbie and I probably wore it more than her. It looked too cool with cutoffs and a tan on a breezy beach night.
This was 24 (holy shit) years ago, but I remember the song we were listening to when this photo was taken: Going Back to Cali by LL Cool J. “Bikini, small; heels, tall. She said. She liked. The ocean.” Little did I know that in just a few years I’d be living in California myself.
I wore blue eyeshadow. My hair was growing out from an asymmetrical Flock of Seagulls ‘do (did you know the lead singer was a hair stylist previous to his musical career?). I met a very cute boy from the South named Shannon at the seafood restaurant where five or six of us from BBCCMA worked. After he returned home, he mailed me (we had only snail mail then, can you imagine) what looked like catalog modeling photos and I was still smitten, though I never saw him again. I was about to start my senior year in college.