It’s Throw Back Thursday again, or TBT in FB speak

Prom night 1983 and a blast from the past story. My high school class, along with several others of that era, are having a joint 30^th reunion next month. Good lord, that’s hard to believe. I won’t be there, but all the old pics and memories flying around have me thinking. Came across this old picture of me and my prom date, John Rudolf. It was the first and last dance I ever attended during my high school years. Here’s a belated shout out to the late John Rudolf, who died far before his time, but back in 1983 was a gracious – and whacky in his own John way – host for my last minute prom date request, which I needed because my boyfriend backed out just days before the event.

Said boyfriend told me he couldn’t go because he had no money for Tux and all the prom “stuff”. Turns out, he took the money his mom gave him for tux rental and prom “stuff” and bought tickets to the US Festival (Yes, that 1980’s Steve Wozniak multi-day mega festival). The Clash was the headliner that night, so I can see his dilemma… girlfriend… prom…Clash…. girlfriend…. prom… Clash.   I found out about this alteration of the truth when I attended the US Festival myself the next day after prom. Amazingly, in a sea of some portion of the 670,000 people that attended that weekend, I ran in to said boyfriend within the first hour of being there. Moral of the story: sometimes karma is a bitch and it gets you fast! And sometimes you end up going to the prom anyway with a better person. Cheers to you brother John!