This picture is from my first formal high school dance. Every year the Parents’ Association of my school hosted the dance and from standard 8 (or year 10), you were allowed to buy a ticket. As it was an all girl’s school and I was a giant dork it wasn’t all that easy to find a date… but I had sort of been talking to a boy from a neighbouring school so I invited him. About 3 days before the dance he decided he didn’t fancy it and my friend, Lauren’s poor brother, Al (who also happens to be the often mentioned Bronwyn’s cousin) was roped into coming with me at the last minute. 18 years later I am still grateful to him for his gallantry.
I am ashamed to admit that I behaved appallingly at the dance and copped off with Bronwyn’s date. Bad, bad, bad Abbi. It served me right though because he turned out to be insane.
Anyway, fortunately Bronwyn being the incredible human being she is forgave me and our lifelong friendship didn’t sustain any permanent damage.
The less we say about my hideous dress, bizarre tan or gigantic spectacles the better.
I am 15. Al is 16 or 17.