Last Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my stylist’s chair, getting my red revamped. (Oh. I get asked about who does my hair quite often.  It’s Beau, at the Snapdragon Salon near Broad Ripple. He is a dream-maker and heartbreaker.)

Next to me was a girl who was getting her hair done for prom.  I couldn’t help but bring up my own formal experiences, and Beau recalled his prom date –  how she had the AUDACITY to wear babies’ breath in her hair. I wondered, is it too soon to start mocking my high school formals? And then I realized that my last prom was EIGHT YEARS AGO.  I think that’s enough. Let’s take a look back:

Me and my friend, Amber.  Notice how Amber is a gorgeous redhead in a timeless dress, while my smile screams, “HI! I AM BLONDE AND I LOOOOVE PINK!”  Which, why did I think it was a good idea to have my hair pulled so my DARK ROOTS and FRIED BLEACHED ENDS were all you could see?

I really wanted to draw a little stick figure on Nicole’s tummy, a la Perez Hilton, ‘cuz this lady is going to be SOMEONE’S MAMA! Which means I’m going to be someone’s “Aunt Jenn, the lady-who-always-smells-like-wine-and-who-mama-told-me-to-stay-away-from.”

I think this was Swirl? 2001, maybe? Obviously, I was friends with the drama kids, who did interpretive dances at school formals and sang. Loudly.

Kallie and Me - Swirl 2000? I think? Obviously before I made my switch to the blonde hair.  This dress was FIERCE. Red and velvet and heavy and awesome.

That’s my friend Nate Stadt in the middle. Stadt-train = PiYimp!!!