1989
In 1989, I wore black, high waisted, Z. Cavaricci’s with 100 belt loops, pinched, tucked and rolled into a taper above my black Reebok hightops with the velcro strap stuck off to the side. I wore a white cotton turtle neck under a red champion sweatshirt, with a gold herringbone necklace on the outside, from which dangled my gold playboy dogtag with the knocked-out diagonal “CHRIS” through the center. My mullet and fake gold loop earing rounded out the uniform.
I worked at the local UA multiplex as an usher, which had many perks. First of all, I got into the movies for free. Second of all, during the week, the theaters that were set up for weekend dual theatre overflow were vacant, even though first-run movies showed in them. Dates for me at 15 years old consisted of taking girls into those empty theaters, with an entire “sleeve” of free popcorn (no shit, a sleeve is like 3 feet long by a 1 1/2 foot diameter plastic bag filled with day-old popcorn) and a couple of sodas, and watching 15 minutes of Lethal Weapon 2 before “going” with them. (”Going with” is Staten Island speak for making out…) Oh, and the girls were “mint”! (Staten Island for hot or good looking.)
I met my first girlfriend at that theater, and also had many of my first sexual encounters there, including all forms of breast fondling and manual stimulation. I often wonder what happend to Connie. She was cute. You can see a picture of us together at the Sophmore “Formal” here.
Oh good times, good times. I miss those Reeboks, seriously. They were mint.
[inspired by stephanie’s half-day.]
Nice photo, your white socks matched the cardigan. Did you have a mint I-Roc to drive around SI?
sorry man, but in your shoes, i would talk about the good old 80s and post this picture at once.
to me you look like a young guy, who tried hard and to be part of it but never made it.
your picture makes me sad, man. sorry.
Meanwhile, in 1989 I wore a used front-pack baby carrier and a perpetual look of abject fear.
I learned a lot of important lessons back then.
Here’s one: mint girls from Staten Island–or anywhere for that matter–tend not to be attracted to skinny frightened 20-year-old college guys with babies.
“Good times”! Reminds me of Bill McNeal from Newsradio
Meanwhile in 1989…
I was a fetus
I had a pair of those very same Cavaricci’s! Damn it I thought I was cool in them.
Your site is great btw, very entertaining.
-wjg