Oh, HAI!
It’s me.
Loralee.
You know…that frumpled, kind of strange chick with a raging sinus infection that used blog here all the freaking time?
Not ringing a bell?
I have red hair and a prominent nose?
No?
Does this help?
Stunning photo, no?
I think it captures the essence of my emotive beauty.
I think I’ll call it “Furry in New York”.
Either that, or “TOURIST. ROB ME.”
(Just so you know, I ran around the city most of the time I was there in a similar get up.)
(Which means I looked like I was auditioning for a bit part in Doctor Zhivago.)
(In fact, from now on I think you should all refer to me as “Svetlana”.)
(I blame the boots.)
(I bought them at Macy’s before we looked at the windows because I couldn’t walk one more step in the shoes I was in.)
(They are by Baby Phat.)
(Which is owned by model-turned-reality-TV-star Kimora Lee Simmons.)
(AND I LIKE THEM.)
(I know.)
(I feel dirty. Hold me.)
ANYWAY…
It’s been a week.
Did y’all get over me in7 days? (Dang, you people can be fickle! Meh…it’s happened before. I am so forgettable. Sigh.)
I don’t think I’ve gone a week without publishing in a long time.
And I wish I could make this post a great “Hey, this is what I did in NYC” type of thing but one–I feel like I haven’t slept in a year and it’s midnight, two– does anyone really want to hear about that anyway???? Isn’t it like being held hostage at dinner parties and forced to look at travel slide shows in the 70′s?, and three–um….the above photo is the only one I took THE ENTIRE TRIP with me in it.
Well, there IS this one that I snapped accidentally:
But, unless you are into cyclops-like and blurry photos of, um, an eyeball, I really don’t think that is much of a photo to talk about, anyway. (And if you ARE one of those people, we should also probably work in a conversation or four about getting some therapy for you.)
So, until I get some of the photos from the people that actually, you know, took some…that’s all I gots.
I know.
I am a sucky tourist, people.
I CAN post the photo that has created quite a BIT of conversation online today after I found someone posted it on Facebook.
Behold: My senior prom photo-
I know.
Discuss.
So, I saw it on Facebook (the prom photo) and thought you were adorable in that early 90′s sort of way. All babyfaced and whatnot. Then I saw the comments and felt like a suck-up. But, you were cute, the dress was weird, but that’s to be expected of a what? 17 or whatever year old photo? I just saw a younger, shy-er looking version of you. Cute!
I hope you got to have some fun in NY! I have always, always wanted to see NY in the Fall or Winter. Someday! I live close enough to drive, we ought to just do it one of these days!
I honestly wonder how different I was back then.
I was a lot more reserved because I was heavy. My boyfriend at the time (NOT the guy in the prom photo. Which is a longer story than I care to get into online.) said I was shy.
And I was. When I was 23 I saw a video of one of our dates on Homecoming morning. We were in pajamas at McDonalds and everytime they put the camera on me, I put my head down or held my hand up.
Where as today I would likely pull a huge grin or stand on the table and do a pole dance or something.
It made me sad for that girl, you know?
Wow, let’s get all Freud-like in the comments.
P.S. I LOVED your comment on FB, so ppppfffttthhh!!! xo
We were just having a discussion about a Jessica McClintock/Gunne Sax reunion of sorts. I think you should come. You can seriously rock the lace–and the Zhivago boots. I love it.
I think you look lovely. It reminds me of my deb photos (I still have the dress, but there is no way I would fit it) from the mid-80′s. And the blue….? You may not have felt it, but you look more confident that the other lass in the pic.
Oh, and glad your back and feeling better
LOL…which if you knew us back then is completely not how it was. That’s my dearest friend (and probably the dearest friend that a person could ever have). I practically lived with her every single moment of every day.
She was TINY. Size 2. Gorgeous and man, did we have a blast together.
And?
She married that guy. (Literally climbed out the window on a ladder and eloped.)They’re still together almost 20 years later with 4 gorgeous kids.
Hope you are feeling better with that sinus infection. And you need that furriness. It’s freezing outside!!! Love the prom pic! I think I’ve burned mine, LOL.
I lost mine in a flood. I lost almost ALL my photos in that flood. I don’t even have tangible evidence I dated my college boyfriend, I don’t think.
My date put it on Facebook and tagged the other two and I snagged it from my BFF’s hubby’s wall.
hey, that dress could bring in some serious cash these days! At least you went to your prom!
It was the worst date of my life. Seriously.
And?
I pretty much paid him to take me.
If that makes anyone feel better.
;)
Okay, honestly, and no buttkissery here… I have YET to see a prom picture… no, let’s just make that a yearbook picture that isn’t extremely dated. And prom pics? Don’t even get me started. You are gorgeous. Your skin? Alabaster perfection. I’m noticing that kind of thing these days due to the massive pimple on my 28 yr old chin that throbs and shrieks like an infant. And I have to say, your dress is waaay better and more wearable than the other gal’s. You could wear it again to something. I only went to my Jr. Prom, where I borrowed a dress from my friend, but I DID get married in a prom dress, but that’s a whole ‘nother tale of dysfunction for another time. GET WELL! I HEART YOU! (Gee, I need to work on toning the demanding side down)
You are the sweetest thing, ever. I did have great skin (except for my hairline. Which I blame on the large amounts of hairspray I used on it. Heh.)
And WTH is with adult skin?! It is worse than a teenager, I swear.
You sounded a little dead last night though. Libby saw this and said, “It’s Miss Lordee wif no eyes!” Heehee!
We were both at “THE END” last night, no?
At least we had fun!
And man, I FEEL like I have no eyes, dude.
Man…I actually got sleep last night and I’m still wiped out.
That photo of your eye – were you just looking in the wrong side of the camera, or is it on purpose?
I was going to take a photo of my awesome pile of down pillows and duvets I was PILED on, but it was on ultra zoom and voila…photo of my eye.
I gave up and went to bed. ;)
Cuuuute. ;)
Thhhhhhaaaannnnkkkkssss!
Glad you’re back, hope you are feeling better. :)
I’m gettin’ there. :)
(to be read with heavy Russian Accent)
Dear Svetlana,
It was cold in city. No? But Kimora Lee Simmons boots were worth it. Yes? And photo of eye is like art. I feel as if not missing a thing, for the reading of all tweets by you while you were gone.
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It was really cold.
One very freezing, long, lost walk full of misadventure, baggage and a policeman comes to mind…
But, it all turned out great!
(I am totally going to frame my eyeball and send it as a Christmas card. Heh.)
P.S.
all the question marks are because your site didn’t like my Russian letters – so it had a hissy – and turned them into “????????????”
I am glad to be able to read you again.
Which is likely what I would have been doing anyway, reading it. (I’ve sung Russian with Opera/classical performing but not REAL Russian…they translate the alphabet to English at least. I would be clueless)
That would be “transliterate” not “translate.” Sorry – looks like one of my pet peeves got loose.
The modern orthography for the Cyrillic alphabet isn’t too bad, fairly clean and simple. At least compared to Old Cyrillic (or Old Slavonic)- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Azbuka_1574_by_Ivan_Fyodorov.jpg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kiev_psalter.jpg
You mean YOU are that drop-dead, put-your-eyeballs-back-in-yer-head-and-wipe-the-drool-off-yer-chin-boy, GORGEOUS AND SEXY Lady in the Kinky Boots (look up the movie “Kinky Boots” – the guy who played the assassin in Serenity plays the transvesite in it) who has overloaded herself with a workload that would kill a team of percherons and a small mule?
You need some ginger chicken soup, a hot brandy with ginger and lemon, and a pot of mulled wine (red wine, a handful of cinnamon sticks, another small handful of whole cloves, a sliced orange, a slice lemon – or, stick the cloves into a lemon and an orange, cut the fruit into slices and add them to the pot – some allspice, and some apple cider. Heat in a double boiler or crock pot.
I HEART you, Joe. Simply HEART you. xo
I love the eye picture.
Looking at it again, it’s really not that bad, no? Hmm…at the least I know I picked good mascara! :)
My junior prom dress was like your friend’s dress, but in emerald green….oh the early ’90s, you were something for fashion. And you look great, lace was all the rage, at least in PA!
Buried deep in my facebook photos under “old school” there is a very embarrassing pic of a sporty white slacks, plaid sport coat, white tie ensemble I took great care in assemblying for a winter formal dance once upon a time. I was such a Dufus! At least I didn’t have wings. :-)
Oh gorgeous Loralee! That eyeball pic is a perfect entry for my self-portrait photo challenge this month! Email it to me sugar!!
I will admit it. I was involved in the Jessica McClintock dress reunion discussion. Mine is peach, lacy frothiness that I couldn’t fit my right leg into…So, you’re totally with us, right?
Oh, gah. You mean like our old stuff?
Dude, it would drown me now.
If I even have it stored away.
But the premise is hilarity! (BREAK OUT THE AUSSIE SCRUNCH SPRAY TO MAKE A PERFECT ‘CLAW’!!!)