My girls came through for me. They did not leave me hanging!
For that, here's one more!
Prom, 1978. In an era of big hair, my hair was the biggest. We went to a fancy restaurant, at the top of a hotel downtown Minneapolis. I don't remember what we ordered, but it was flambeau. I was laughing and talking, so the "flambeau" part took my surprise and and I startled. My hair caught on fire.
It just singed, but it singed bad, and the smell was unbelievable.
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