August 14th is my friend Jennifer's birthday. She and I have been friends since I joined my high school band in 1992. We were both on in the saxophone section and her friendliness made high school tolerable. She is one of the sweetest people I know and is always willing and able to help if she can. You know...angelic. The kind of person my mom always wanted me to be.
The only digital picture I have of Jen is one that she posted in February. It was of us going to prom together. And no....I don't mean "together-together" - please we were good Christian kids...then. I actually had a date with (gasp!) a senior, Steve Navarro. He was so nice and was in the orchestra. At the last minute (maybe a week before prom) I canceled on him...too scared to go through with it. What? I had never been kissed before and was terrified. I know. It was lame. And he should've kicked my booty (or at least written nasty comments in my yearbook) but instead was the gentleman that he professed to be. He was kind, gracious, and forgiving...just like the kind of guy my mom wanted me to have as my first boyfriend. Oh well.
Anyway, here is the picture (please keep in mind that that was back in 1993 - where I'm pretty sure satin puffy dresses were quite the rage). AND just in case you wanted to know, that was Jen's house. And yes, I do believe that is a gun behind us. Just like what every prom photo should have in it. Actually, Jen was dating a guy named Dan at the time...I'm not sure why he didn't escort her to the dance. Perhaps he was scared of the gun... or maybe her dad. I'm not saying her dad is just like James Bond from any 007 movie...but let's just say he's closer to that than you'd think. :)
She's agreed to see me when I'm in town over Christmas - something I hope she doesn't regret. :)
Jen, I'm sorry for missing your birthday. :( It was not a sign of my un-love...bur rather forgetfulness.