I have been forbidden to reveal names and distinguishing attributes of the participants of a recent 1980s-themed high school prom night party.
I offered these local moms and dads money, amnesty, and fame. The photos were satirical, hilarious, and extremely clever. Each attendee worked hard to display unique elements of the Joan Collins/Ronald Reagan era.
Despite my pleas, the revelers all insisted that they simply enjoyed making each other laugh. They never really intended to shine a public spotlight on their mullets, jean jackets, and big hair.
Obviously they do not blog.
But they should.
Anyway, after much negotiating and bargaining, I was finally able to secure the approval to share one rare photo.
A certain female party-goer arrived in her fabulous 1980s prom dress sporting a very obvious faux baby bump.
Several hours later, this was discovered in the bathroom:
Before moving to my neighborhood from downtown, people often told me I had an inappropriate sense of humor and that I really should keep more things to myself.
And then I found my home...
...amongst people who put fake babies in the potty.
When tragedy and strife abound, there is always someone here who can make you laugh. And if they can't make you laugh, they sure as hell will buy you a drink.
Vive la Beverly!