Sit down, Sheila.
You’re wasted. You’re also underage. You’re a virgin. Stop pretending you’re a sloozy butt. Also: what on earth are you wearing?
Mitchell said, in regards to this picture, (and he’s the one I am basically assaulting in the photo), “You look like Jessica Savitch, inappropriately trashed at some big-wig event.”
Mitchell has a way of expressing the truth.
I think you look like a red-headed Drew Barrymore here. Gorgeous.
Also: The dude leaning against the wall, smoking with his eyes at half mast is kind of killing me.
But gorgeous aside for a tiny sec: Yes, what ARE you wearing???
You are dressed for the big marketing presentation in the board room.
I agree with Tracey. Just WOW!
Tracey – I know – the shoulder pads, the tight belt – it’s all just sooo late 80s … not to mention the color. What the hell??
Tracey – I know – look at that dude in the background! hahahahahaha
I was totally set free by the Grunge Era. Doc Martens, T-shirts, little kilts, ripped stockings … this sort of shoulder-padded mono-chromatic mini-business-lady stuff with (I’m sure) black heels – was just not me!!
I’m mortified by that dress now but I wore it to parties all the time.
This may not be fair – and of course he’ll turn out to be a dear friend or relation, and I’ll be an idiot – but now, that smoking kid in the background, totally tricked out eighties style? Now he’s Backrub Boy. I’m so sorry.
No, not a backrub boy. More of a grungy techie stagehand.
And, uhm, we’re ALL tricked out in 80s style.