When I saw this post up at my dear friend Miz Literature’s blog I burst out laughing. I vividly remember rummaging through our teacher’s recycling to get empties (Good Girl DeFazio did NOT imbibe back then) and then speaking in a British accent while dressed up.
Why no, I didn’t date much in high school. Why do you ask?
I still have those purple pants. You can totes borrow them.