Happy #tbt! In honor of Valentine’s Day this weekend, I thought I would share a Throwback Thursday pic of a time I got dumped and then paid $5 to beat up a car. Why not celebrate the most lovey holiday of the year with a ridiculous post breakup story? I was a Sophomore in college and a few weeks into the first semester my first serious boyfriend ended it because he wasn’t “feeling it” any more. He would later go on to “feel it” with someone else not even 48 hours later, but that’s another story for another time (after a few drinks and when nobody wants to hear it). A month or so later at my school’s homecoming (Go Mean Green!), there were festivities all over campus, one of which involved making a charitable donation and then taking a baseball bat to a beat up car. Needless to say this opportunity could not have come at a better time in my life. However, with it being 2009, I still had no idea what I was doing fashion wise, plus that whole entire year was joke anyways, so let’s make fun of it!
- With the exception of the t-shirt (Again, Go Mean Green!) this entire outfit is head-to-toe Plato’s Closet. I LIVED for Plato’s Closet in college, mostly because it was cheap and I had upwards of twelve cents to my name at all times, but the Plato’s Closet in Denton, Texas was always stocked with the mid-2000’s greatest. Case in point, my buckle boots.
- My boots, while hard to see, had two buckle features and would come undone ALL the time. I now understand why I paid $6 for these, but man if those boots didn’t go with everything I owned. I would often trip over myself while walking to class (as if I wasn’t going through a hard enough time already), but we all make sacrifices for fashion.
- My face isn’t visible in this photo, but the only makeup I wore in college was Covergirl Outlast (sometimes Revlon Photo Ready if I came into some money, like if I didn’t do laundry that week, or if I found five dollars in a pocket).
- I’ll also go out on a limb and assume my face was flushed given that I was in the midst of a blind rage.
- That kind of hunchback thing that happens to you when you broken up with and then everything is terrible so you commit (legal) vandalism.
- This was out front of the old UNT football stadium, Fouts Field, so thankfully no one saw this. (This is joke at my school’s expense because we are notoriously terrible at football. I’m sorry, school!)
Thankfully Jake hasn’t given me a reason to take a baseball bat to anything, so I suppose we’re doing pretty good. I should mention though I hardly made a dent in that bar because I swear that baseball bat was made out of lead. I could hardly get over my head let alone swing it. Clearly a destructive personality is not in the cards for me.