This is Spaz and me for Halloween 1978. We were kids. Siblings, to be precise. I believe Halloween costumes should have theme and character more than just an outfit.
We’d smeared chocolate all over our faces and had pretend fights at the party we went to.
That would be our poster of John Travolta on our dorm room wall. That was the craziest dorm room year of my life. We were wild party animals. I can’t believe we didn’t get kicked off of the floor. It was our 2nd year at college and I’d been dumped by Gerry. Not to worry. Lucius, who became my first husband, was waiting in the wings.
You know. In case you worried that I might be without a boyfriend for an hour or so.
The next year, when I was dating Lucius, before breaking up with Lucius later on that year, Spaz and I were Hawaiian tourists. She was my wife. I was a big man who wandered around the party that year taking fake photographs of partyers. I’d have Spaz pose with them. Tell them all how we were on a Milkman’s convention in Hawaii. Had extended our stay before getting back to the dairy farm. There are no photos of me. In my possession. Perhaps some other blogger out there has photos of me and writes about how he or she has no photos of themselves but perhaps some other blogger out there does.
Lucius is the sheik on the right. The greasers would be our South American/Central American friends, Nacho, Can’t Remember his Name, & Tito. That could maybe be Martin Boumansour, from Equador. Chile? Carlos from Brazil? Equador? No. Can’t remember my old latino pal in the latino greaser sandwich. I do know Nacho and Tito. Why, Nacho was just in our home here only 12 years ago!
Lucius and I broke up some time that next spring? We stayed broke up for a year or more while he dated some poor gal that I scared the poo out of every chance I got, and I dated Pretty Dumb Guy #2. Then we somehow got back together, got married, stay married for 4 years, got divorced, and became friends like we should have been from the beginning. The End. Nice love story, huh?
Lovin’ the old photos, Kath!
You were [are, I mean are] gorgeous … of COURSE every guy wanted you!
Your friend is just jealous.