Well I'm not so sure about the shoe or the perm.
But I do know that's ex husband #2 on the left and soon to be #3 on the right.
Talk about one big happy family.
And I'm pretty sure my then friend and hairdresser Linda, who looked so much like me we were often mistaken for one another in the bars, took the picture.
So, I'm betting she had come to do my hair and stayed to join the party.
I love the 80's.
Through all the hair styles, colors and let's just say it, relationships, I had one constant in my life, my BF Ian.
We met in a restaurant where I was a sous chef and he was waiting tables while going to law school.
The minute he sauntered into the kitchen and turned those electric blue eyes my way, I was a goner.
I fed him anything he wanted when ever he wanted it, and he wanted food all the time. Expensive food, it's a wonder I kept my job.
In turn he persuaded his partner Larry to include me and _____ in their vacation plans. Summers on Nantucket or Fire island, Christmas in Palm Springs or San Francisco once Ian moved there.
My company was always what he asked for as a present.
We could talk Ian and I. And laugh. Then talk some more. No one has ever made me laugh as much, or as often.
Here we are on Fire Island, July 1989.
Every year in July we arrived at the old farmhouse to celebrate Larry's birthday. I would bring via car, ferry and a little red wagon, a box of roses, each year adding another.
Ian would bring himself. And we had a big old party.
There was feasting, swimming, and music. And pies. There were always pies.
In the mid 90's the shining star that was Ian was extinguished.
Larry and I continue on. Fire Island, Italy, NYC, hell he even comes to Virginia.
We hold each others' history in our hearts.
And know you know a bit more of mine.
Thanks for bearing with me as I ventured down memory lane.
Next post I'll return to 2014. Promise.