It was greek week, well, same weekend as the black & white ball up at school…but we hadn’t committed to going, you know, and then sue gets the flyer and suddenly, i’m rushing around, fighting for tuxedos, ten minutes to six, friday afternoon! (BEAT) i ended up buying a perry ellis, finally. a size big, but i got one…looks okay, doesn’t it?

SUE

it looked good on him…i had to put a safety pin in the vest, in the back of it, but it was really nice when he had it on…

JOHN

we left ’em in the bags, the three of us guys, hanging in the trooper for the ride. i mean, no sense getting ’em messed up for no reason, right?

SUE

i had this dress i’d been saving…all taffeta, i’d been saving it for something like this…did i mention that? (BEAT) i needed to find some shoes, but i thought the dress was perfect…

JOHN

we missed the game, b.c.’s first conference—’s away, but we could’ve watched it at our place with a bunch of guys, they always order in pizza and everythingmbut we said “no,” jump in with all these people…road trip.

SUE

tim’s girlfriend, patrice, i’ve known for years…

JOHN

with about a dozen overnight bags, tuxedos hanging from all corners of dave’s isuzu… (BEAT) the girls decided to wear their outfits…

SUE

it was my black dress.

JOHN

sue’s got this knockout thing, kind of a cutaway in the front, what’s it called?

SUE

…with a scalloped neckline…

JOHN

“scalloped,” i think…in the front, you know, over her chest and no back to it at all, not any sleeves, just very little on top. but chic, too, right? classic lines, see, it’s a dinner dress, dress you’d wear out to dinner, dining, not something a girl would pick out, junior prom, with spaghetti straps all clotting it up… (BEAT) she looked great, proud to be with her…

SUE

i knew it’d get wrinkled, a little…i did. taffeta’s terrible for that, but i thought it sounded wonderful, you know, getting out at some amoco, middle of connecticut, in this wave of taffeta…and buying, i don’t know, a milky way, a can of soda. and the attendant’s mouth just hanging open at the sight of us…

JOHN

i’m putting gas in, one time we stopped, and look up…i see nothing but chiffon and silk and whatnot, miles of it, going down the snack aisle, that killed me!…

SUE

i was carrying my shoes—i did find a pair, even had time to dye them to match—but i took ’em off in the car, and i was just holding them in the store. so, i’m standing there, in my stockings, carrying these shoes…

JOHN