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I have always had a lot of hair, and nothing made me more popular than my hair in the 80's. Give me some pink sponge rollers, a bottle of Aqua Net and a rat-tail comb, and I will instantly grow five, six inches. Of course, in this photo, the hair was swept to the side, courtesy of a banana clip, but it's all miiiine.

This was my Sophomore year. A senior asked me to the prom. One of my first dates. I remember coordinating everything, I had silver pantyhose, and shoes. I really wanted some silver fingerless gloves ala Madonna, and I looked and looked, but could never find them. But... I had turquoise mascara! They sold it at a little dollar store by my house. They also had green and blue, and I think purple mascara. It went on kinda clumpy, and I had to separate my lashes with a safety pin, but MAN! was it worth it for the glam. Heh, heh.

The only thing I remember about the date itself was dinner. All four of us ate at a fancy restaurant up a canyon. We were all young, and un-fancy. I am sure we looked a little like the Clampetts walking in. But we had reservations. Just like adults. The dining area was very dimly lit. It smelled like incense, and there was some type of ethnic music playing. The menu was full of things I had a hard time pronouncing, let alone recognizing in the English language. We ordered. Some time later, they brought our plates out, I wasn't quite sure where the food was. There were some thin strings of vegetables?? And I know I ordered chicken...but....

The girl I doubled with was looking at her plate with the same bewilderment. I think she must have decided that to be safe, she would start with her dinner roll. She picked it up, only to have it glop into her lap. It was mashed potatoes, piped out of a pastry bag, and lightly toasted. I was the only one who saw it happen, and I really had to give her credit for busting that move out, so I gave her the courtesy of not laughing. The rest of the evening went without incident. I do remember all of us singing "Push it" by Salt and Peppa in the car on the way to the dance. 'Cause we were classy like that. Ahhh, the 80's.

Anyway, back to the hair.

I was first lady of the big hair. I don't know if anyone could hold a candle to my big hair. (And please, don't because it would ignite and burst into flame.) I was excited to hear recently that big hair is comin' back. I really think I still have it in me.

I mean, really, when you can master hair that can survive water-skiing.....