look.

i could make a lot of excuses.

i could tell you that it was only a date party.

i could say that the theme was "kappa punk'd."

i could explain that no one really understood if they meant 1980s ramones throw-back punk or this decade's mtv ashton kutcher punk.

i could explain that none of us really have a concept of what it means to be "punk" anyway.

but basically, it was a last minute thing. i was desperate. i was frantically searching the mall for anything appropriate.

anything. absolutely anything.

i wore a trucker hat.

i know, i know. you can't possibly be more disappointed in me than i am in myself.

photographic evidence at normanpartypics.com. just look for the girl in the pink shirt, the big smile, and the God-forsaken hat.