In case you're wondering if I enjoyed myself during the Age of Disco, here is some visual proof: I definitely had a right funky good time.
This, unfortunately, represented the highmark of my dance moves and skill with the ladies.
Something tells me that Ms. 1976 here in the yellow dress went on to have a fabulous life...
You were truly adorable. I used to party down when I was little. Nothing kept me off the dance floor. I caught my cousin's wedding bouquet when I was eight (the guy who had to put the garter on me was a little uncomfortable).
ReplyDeleteI was the ring boy for this wedding-- terrified that I was going to drop the ring. I also remember not really wanting to dance with this cooty-covered flower girl. What a difference a few decades makes.
ReplyDeleteShe does look as if she's having a better time than you are.
ReplyDeleteI was, frankly, disgusted with the girl exposure. Parents practically chained my wrist to her for the photo op.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell because the photo's a little fuzzy, but is she laughing or crying?
ReplyDeleteHa... she's laughing!
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