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The other day I had some time between projects at work and Googled the five or so people whose full names I remember from high school in Arkansas. One of them was my boyfriend for a year (or was it two?), Gary Burdett. We were from different towns but met in this summer program that was supposed to be the art kids' alternative to Bill Clinton's governor's school. We were both in the film class.

I found out through the blog of one of his friends (whose kids are insanely cute) that he's still doing film, and is apparently quite good at it. I wasn't sure that was him on the Today show, because, man, 20 years is a LONG time ago. So I looked through my photo album, and the pictures were just too awful not to share.



It took an hour of crimping to get my hair that frizzy, thank you very much.



The Arkansas humidity didn't help, either.

These pictures were from Gary's prom. Although he was cool guy and a good friend, he did dump me right before my prom to go on a cruise with a girl he was interested in. [Message for my kids in the future: No matter how devastated you are by some high school drama, in a couple of years it will have become just another amusing story to share over drinks with your friends, I promise.] So I took this guy, whose name I don't remember even though we dated a bit afterward:



This picture cracks me up. I think he was already drunk at this point, and would be singing show tunes and stealing crappy raffle prizes in about an hour.