Speaking of Sadie's

The 2-hour school delay today got me off to a good start, but then I started perusing old photos, and just couldn't stop.  I tried to go to work.  I really did.  My car is stuck down by the mailbox to prove it.  I just couldn't quite make it there.  So I came back home and perused more old photos.  Instead of sorting laundry and doing the dishes.  And now I just have to share a few I found, since we were speaking of Sadie's, right?

I found this little gem:

This happened to be my first Sadie Hawkins dance AND first date.  I had just turned 16, and was thrilled to join the dating scene.  Too bad the guy I asked turned out to be a {JERK}.  Not worth the Marie Callender's dinner I splurged on.  I worked hard for that money, you know, and at $2.85 an hour (at Hardee's, no less), I had to work a dang lot.  He split during the dance, and I don't even think we went home together.  The whole experience left a bad taste in my mouth.

Around the same time, Bill went to a Sadie's too.

They ate at Godfather's Pizza before the dance, had banana splits after, and Bill got home at 3 am.  (How did his parents ever allow THAT?)  How do I know?  Because Billy was a record keeper back then.  He detailed all kinds of fun informational tidbits almost daily in his journal.  His 1984 Sadie's date now lives in our Stake here in Colorado (we actually used to be in the same ward years ago, before a split).

It's a small world, after all.

I didn't attend Sadie's my junior year... I still had that bad taste in my mouth.

But I got over it, and attended THREE girl's choice dances my senior year.

A Halloween dance at a neighboring school.  I think my date {overdid} the special effects, don't you?

A Christmas dance at the Utah State Capitol.  My date was a tad younger than me... a sophomore.
My girls used to think that was {odd}, until one of them (NAMELESS) started liking a boy several years younger than herself.

And my final Sadie's:  Under the Sea.  My mom made our shirts... how nice was that?  

And my date?  Like a swig of Scope.  The bad taste was gone.

(Ignore the water damage on the picture... it's been through a rubber cement/construction paper scrapbook, a flooded basement, and years in between wax paper in a file box.)

So when I talk about back in the day, I know what I'm talking about.