
When I turned 21, DH (he wasn't DH then), my parents and I went to the Sea Lion in Malibu. I ordered a whiskey sour, grasshopper and a tom collins but don't remember what I ate - probably because of what I drank. I do remember eating the olive in someone's martini which brought tears to my eyes and probably contained more alcohol than my three drinks.
The picture was taken in the apartment my sister and I shared in NoHo. After a midnight movie, DH and I would come back to the apartment, wake my sister and go out to breakfast at Dennys. She was a good sport and never minded that we woke her. Now I can't believe we kept those hours but then we were young and only needed about 3-4 hours of sleep!
And the "shoulder pads?" A family friend loaned me the detachable-fur collar from her coat. I know I was a little (?) overdressed but that night I felt like a princess.