And it somehow landed in my headpiece.
Looking back at this car wreck of a fashion statement, I marvel at the nerve I had then–and I also vividly remember that most jaded club people barely lifted an eyebrow to muster up an “Interesting hat, dear” or at least an “Oh, my!”
That’s how crazy-kooky things were in clubland in 1991!
Oh, well. I still have the memory, the invitation, and the head scars.