My dad is a biker (Harley's) for life (even when he's too old, he'll still be "Papa with the motorbike"). He'd wear old holy (and super soft and worn in) t-shirts with skeleton's driving Harley's, Jeans that we were surprised even kept him safe (or at least covered) from the elements. The basement was always a haze of smoke (until I mom banned smoking from the house, but i'm talking about when we were YOUNG), the music LOUD and Daddy jumping around like a kid. (Come to think of it, the memory i'm thinking of.. he was only 30!!! )
I wish so badly that my mom was quick with the camera. I don't have ANY pics of those awesome dance parties.
BUT I am quick with the camera... and I got THIS:
|My Princess dressed herself|