Black Patagonia Houdini wind pants remind me of parachute pants.

I had two, yes, two pair of parachute pants in 7th Grade. I was, obviously, really cool.

Yes, I think it was 7th grade as well.

Fond memory. When I was in 8th grade, I worked up the courage to ask Ruth to the school dance. She said yes.

I decided to wear a dress shirt my mom had bought me that I hadn't grown into yet, and some tan parachute pants (UFO's for the 90's kids).

The dance was on a boat on a windy night. I looked like I was wearing an inflated fat suit costume. Poor Ruth. Sorry, Ruth.

Funnily enough, I only realize how silly this is in retrospect, and that blindness to my own social missteps follows me to this day. Delightfully.

I'm from Jersey. We wore Cavariccis.

they're ideal for those spur-of-the-moment breakdance battles I always find myself engaged in at camp.