I use the word "vintage" loosely.
This photo is circa 2008, so really not too old.
But I was a junior in college, a freshly minted 21 year old, way before I started this bloggy.
Caroline and I went to a date party for a rowdy gentleman's organization.
The theme was fiesta [check out my Mexican dress].
It was held in a barn/bar in the middle of nowhere.
I made a spectacle of myself.
Like, giant spectacle.
I'll tell you the story [privately] if you really want the nitty gritty details.
You just have to promise not to judge me.
It was college, after all.
It should come as no surprise that I
have a death grip on am embracing a dog in this picture.
Please disregard the pink fedora [it was never seen again after that night] that has absolutely nothing to do with a Mexican fiesta.