Well, it is entirely possible (even probable) that my memory is faulty, seeing as I'm coming up on 20 years since graduating from high school (holy crap!!!) - to be honest, I don't even remember exactly what the dress code was, since it never applied to my relatively modest (if tacky and outdated) attire, although it seems like it was extremely liberal compared to the school uniforms my younger siblings had to wear at West High. Although your drawing seems to fit with my memories, they have probably become exaggerated and romanticized over the - gulp! - decades! All the same, I'm just grateful I had such terrific free entertainment growing up! But I found myself unexpectedly having equally as much fun on the other side of the equation one day, years later, when I was on tour for "Hunchback" for Disney, at one of the hotels we were staying at (was it San Francisco, or Vancouver?). It was probably about 53 F in March, and I went outside for only about 5 minutes to get a newspaper, so I didn't mind wearing shorts and sandals. Two of my tourmates, native Southern Californians, were dressed in parkas, shivering and huddling together for warmth, absolutely paralyzed! They chattered "A-A-A-re you c-c-c-c-razy?? It's f-f-f-f-f-reezing out her-r-r-r-re!" - and I found myself laughing and saying, "Dude, if it was 53 degrees in Utah in March, we'd all be playing volleyball and having a picnic outside, enjoying the heatwave!" Of course, after only a couple of years in LA, I'm probably even more wimpy about the cold than they were then!
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I think I've been pwned!
Date: 2006-09-18 11:47 am (UTC)But I found myself unexpectedly having equally as much fun on the other side of the equation one day, years later, when I was on tour for "Hunchback" for Disney, at one of the hotels we were staying at (was it San Francisco, or Vancouver?). It was probably about 53 F in March, and I went outside for only about 5 minutes to get a newspaper, so I didn't mind wearing shorts and sandals. Two of my tourmates, native Southern Californians, were dressed in parkas, shivering and huddling together for warmth, absolutely paralyzed! They chattered "A-A-A-re you c-c-c-c-razy?? It's f-f-f-f-f-reezing out her-r-r-r-re!" - and I found myself laughing and saying, "Dude, if it was 53 degrees in Utah in March, we'd all be playing volleyball and having a picnic outside, enjoying the heatwave!"
Of course, after only a couple of years in LA, I'm probably even more wimpy about the cold than they were then!