That thing where an old friend posts a bunch of photos of you and your friends from twenty years ago.

What AM I waving at? And WHAT am I WEARING?

The sensation of seeing your 20-year-old self surrounded by your friends at the time reminds you that no matter what the era, the wild youth will always have questionable tastes in clothing. And hair. But goddamn am I glad my friend Traci was actually one of the few to actually photographically document that era and still has the photos to upload into the digital realm (for me to view with fond sentimentality and you to get a good giggle out of).

I still own this suit. Also, my friends and I wore suits one night and then skirts the next. CRAZY.