Great moments in my history


God help me.
Is it the eyeliner, the John-Hughes-film-wannabe wardrobe or the Schlitz in my hand
that makes this so regrettable? Thanks to my friend GF, I can now worry what other photos might be lurking out there.

Comments

michaelg said…
That's a Stroh's, a minor upgrade from Schlitz. I know well my cheap, cheap beers.
You're fricking HOT! And look at those curtains. Now those are regrettable.
8:18 pm
Mnmom said…
Pepto Bismol pink walls and gold shag carpeting are regrettable. I think we ALL had that outfit and haircut in the 80's. You are HAWT!!
9:28 pm
Ben-Bob said…
Hell yeah! Now THAT'S the Melinda June I remember....
3:35 am
Little Sister said…
Va va va voom, Melinda June...
8:48 am
Joe said…
I love it. Dismissing the entire wardrobe as "John-Hughes-film-wannabe" really doesn't do it justice. The individual elements deserve recognition--the sportjacket with the sleeves rolled up (my bride had about a half dozen of those) and the skinny tie. Was there a whiff of clove cigarette in the air? Was your hair crunchy from Aqua Net or Tenax hair gel?

Was this taken at a motel room party? I want to hear more about that unique combination of colors and textures...
8:54 am
Scott J. said…
Your courage is an inspiration, Mindy.
12:15 pm
Mark Larsen said…
That had to had been taken at the Pink Elephant in McGregor, IA, at one of the Delt Formals, no?
2:50 pm
Kireliols said…
Oh yes, Mark beat me to it- Pink Elephant - ahhhh, those were the days-
1:13 am
Coaster Punchman said…
And you used to make fun of my "art fag" phase. I believe this would have been right around the same time period.
1:20 pm
lulu said…
I had this outfit too. and that sneer.
2:08 am
ShelbyB said…
Wow, utterly fantastic! Was "Don't You Forget About Me" playing in the background at the time?
7:49 am
Madame Leiderhosen said…
I am stunned by the gold carpet, pink walls and the curtains. What Czechoslovakian hostel did you say this was in?
4:41 pm
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