I was going through a box of old stuff when I found a bunch of my photos from the 90s.
A lot of the prints were stuck together. (Time and pressure, people.)
I'm in a more nostalgic mood than normal -- my birthday is coming up, as well as my 15-year college reunion next month. (I don't know if I'm going to go.)
It's strange to think about, since I feel pretty much like I did when I was 25. 15, even. Yet, I'm going to be 36.
If my high school classmates are any indication, I'm way behind the curve -- I should be popping out kids like a Pez dispenser by now.
Anyway, since it's approximately spring break now, I thought I'd scan and post some of my pics from Spring Break, 1992.
It was a fairly low-key affair -- more of a retreat, actually. That's what happens when two of your good friends in college are evangelical Christians. We ended up driving down to share a house with some other good, clean-cut moral types in Fripp Island, South Carolina.
After I got a fresh mullet touch-up at the campus barber shop, we got off to an even more inauspicious start, going the wrong direction from campus and making an unplanned stop at the Shearon Harris nuclear power plant:
Here is probably my favorite picture of all time (even though I'm not in it). To show just how undebauched things were, I think this is the only beer we encountered that entire trip:
There was wackiness, though, in the form of a plastic Slinky:
There were also assorted side trips to the waterfront:
As well as a trip to a wetlands nature preserve-y type thing with a boardwalk:
This is my other favorite picture -- this trip was the first fling in my self-timer love affair:
Anyway, I don't remember much else about the trip. I have no idea what else we did, other than it was disgustingly wholesome and disappointingly chaste. (Which is a polite way of saying I didn't get laid, though I wouldn't be surprised if that applied to the entire island. Including the deer.)
So I probably wouldn't consider it "fun" in the jaded now. But it was something to do.