It’s not often that I get home and go straight to my photo box. In fact, this is the first time I have had to open that bad boy up in YEARS. The photo box is the home of random film prints and spools of developed, tightly wound film. It’s basically a scrapbooker’s unfiled, chaotic nightmare. I was on a mission to find pictures of summer camp, circa 1993.
What brought on this bout of nostalgia? O, that would be the random fact that I knew Trevor back in the day when our parents shipped us off to a summer day camp. My usual warm up, witty banter went from being nice to being inquisitive after Trevor casually mentioned his last name. A little light bulb came on and I put two and two together.
So for your viewing enjoyment, I present a year in my life called 1993.
Trevor is on the far right. The guy in the back is Scott Mechlowicz. Bonus points if you recognize the name.
I’m in the back. Not only am I sporting an awesome beaded choker, but I am wearing a black bodysuit and awesome flower-patterned shorts. I think the outfit screams 1993, don’t you? DEAD SEXY.
Enough about the past, here are a few pictures from today:
