For green-street, the Quinceañeras montage. Spanish text reads: A dream come true.
Look at the swan. Just LOOK.AT.THAT.SWAN!
THAT SWAN ATE MY BABY!
I did not get a Quinceañera, but several of my cousins did and I was a dama in several. I have have never worn such foul creations in all my life. And I’m terrified of when they get married, because I’ll have to be in weddings for women with some SERIOUSLY questionable fashion sense.
You have no idea what I wore. It was the late ‘80’s!! Oh dear the hair. The make up. The white dress with ruffles. I always begrudge the fact that, as an exiled immigrant, I do not have any photos of my childhood or early youth (they are at my mother’s home). However, my Quinceañera party is the best reason I can think of to be glad nobody can see me looking like that.
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