Madness, Pure and Utter Madness Baby
A crazier night has never before been seen. And coming from me we all know this is a major statement. Layers and layers of tulle abounded surrounded by sleek tuxes with tails. It was a sight to behold.
So to start the evening off we learned the true meaning of Filipino time as us whities showed up exactly on time to discover things starting hours later. It's brilliant. The debutant appears. 'Oooohhhs and ahhhs' were exclaimed. Cheryl you looked beautiful. It was an amazing night and I hope it was all you wished for. And thank you for what you said on the video. I'm so lucky to have a friend like you and I hope we stay friends as long as time allows. Gah I'm turning all sentimental! Dude, where are the tissues?
And once we all frinally grouped the ladies tromped down to the garden to find our partners awaiting. Mohamed, darling that you are, I have to say your appearance was a bit disconcerting. Never again mix the colored mask with spiky hair. All I could think of was that you had stepped out of some twisted gay porn. But despite that you were quite handsome. And I love that we ended up being parnters. It was a wonderful way to conclude our years of friendship before we seperate. I luv ya!
We travel to the grand ballroom of course running behind schedule trying to cram a little practice in as the crowd seeps in. And then I hear a voice call my name and turn to discover the one face looming above me that I had been dreading. Off he spouts on hs future college plans. You know I still don't know his last name, and guess what I'd rather not know. I was blessed to hear the commmanding voice of our choreographer demanding we take our places.
We are announced couple by couple. I nearly take Mohamed and myself out by continually tripping on my dress up and down the stairs of the stage which at the time held the wonderful smelling buffet tables. once properly introduced we launched ourselves at the masses of food. I would have consumed more but alas the silly dress already made breathing a difficulty.
Then came the big moment. We leave to make the grand entrance only to discover one of the buffet tables still occupying the space where we need to stand. So performance halted. The crew comes in. Takes it down. We start again. The park scene is beautiful. Mystery man bumps into to damsel. I drop my mask. He picks it up and taking my hand in his brushes a kiss upon its gloved surface. The maiden blushes as appropriate 'Awwwws' can be heard from the crowd. Giggles and uproar can be heard as Shakespeare becomes slandered by our wacky redo. The dances begin. Mohamed and I twirl. We waltz. We float. My dress swishes. We smile and laugh. All is well. Then the swordfight. That terrible, evil, dramatic swordfight. Us ladies are working on retrieving hte fallen men from the stage. I bend over pulling at Nate when 'Bam' hmm that's an interesting snesation, there's air on my back. Yup, you guessed it, the hook literally exploded off my dress which promptly decides to unzip halfway down my back giving a nice show of my gracious skin and scandalous bra. Theresa zips me up, but alas it is to no avail for without the hook the slightest movement causes it to unzip again. my dress apparently has exabitionist tendencies. My part comes up. I run to Cheryl to take her away from the fight one hand holding the back of my dress which has opened quite dangerously low. Then acting casual I pose with several girls behind me as Karla reaches inside her own dress to pull out a safety pin to attach.
Finally all seems to be in order. The last scene and dance approaches. And what occurs. Thats right baby, technical difficulties. Our masterpice of recorded dialogue has been cut off leaving the debutante and escort to improvisation. It works!!!!! A miracle! The court gathers round for the smash rendition of 'You and Me,' Mohamed and i dance, even remembering the little butt wiggle of the box watlz step. But alas something is terribly awry. At some point he had stepped on the beautiful sparkly layer of the dress shredding its starlighted lentgh causing it to drag like a train behind me. And anytime we turn, twist, or dip it become entangled. Even movement and I slip and slide across the floor. I had to clutch Mohamed for dear life as the dips became deadly as I repeatedly lost my footing. But I survived to make it to the last pose, jumping on his leg and being twirled around. Cheers are heard as we gracefully *cough cough* exit the room to prepare for the variety number.
And this is where I shall leave you momentarilly(sp). But have no fear. I shall be back with adventures of hyperness, kicking ceilings, shocked boys, scandalous dancing, pilates, new connections, old bonds, gossip, crushes, and propositions of sex. I bid farewell for now.
So to start the evening off we learned the true meaning of Filipino time as us whities showed up exactly on time to discover things starting hours later. It's brilliant. The debutant appears. 'Oooohhhs and ahhhs' were exclaimed. Cheryl you looked beautiful. It was an amazing night and I hope it was all you wished for. And thank you for what you said on the video. I'm so lucky to have a friend like you and I hope we stay friends as long as time allows. Gah I'm turning all sentimental! Dude, where are the tissues?
And once we all frinally grouped the ladies tromped down to the garden to find our partners awaiting. Mohamed, darling that you are, I have to say your appearance was a bit disconcerting. Never again mix the colored mask with spiky hair. All I could think of was that you had stepped out of some twisted gay porn. But despite that you were quite handsome. And I love that we ended up being parnters. It was a wonderful way to conclude our years of friendship before we seperate. I luv ya!
We travel to the grand ballroom of course running behind schedule trying to cram a little practice in as the crowd seeps in. And then I hear a voice call my name and turn to discover the one face looming above me that I had been dreading. Off he spouts on hs future college plans. You know I still don't know his last name, and guess what I'd rather not know. I was blessed to hear the commmanding voice of our choreographer demanding we take our places.
We are announced couple by couple. I nearly take Mohamed and myself out by continually tripping on my dress up and down the stairs of the stage which at the time held the wonderful smelling buffet tables. once properly introduced we launched ourselves at the masses of food. I would have consumed more but alas the silly dress already made breathing a difficulty.
Then came the big moment. We leave to make the grand entrance only to discover one of the buffet tables still occupying the space where we need to stand. So performance halted. The crew comes in. Takes it down. We start again. The park scene is beautiful. Mystery man bumps into to damsel. I drop my mask. He picks it up and taking my hand in his brushes a kiss upon its gloved surface. The maiden blushes as appropriate 'Awwwws' can be heard from the crowd. Giggles and uproar can be heard as Shakespeare becomes slandered by our wacky redo. The dances begin. Mohamed and I twirl. We waltz. We float. My dress swishes. We smile and laugh. All is well. Then the swordfight. That terrible, evil, dramatic swordfight. Us ladies are working on retrieving hte fallen men from the stage. I bend over pulling at Nate when 'Bam' hmm that's an interesting snesation, there's air on my back. Yup, you guessed it, the hook literally exploded off my dress which promptly decides to unzip halfway down my back giving a nice show of my gracious skin and scandalous bra. Theresa zips me up, but alas it is to no avail for without the hook the slightest movement causes it to unzip again. my dress apparently has exabitionist tendencies. My part comes up. I run to Cheryl to take her away from the fight one hand holding the back of my dress which has opened quite dangerously low. Then acting casual I pose with several girls behind me as Karla reaches inside her own dress to pull out a safety pin to attach.
Finally all seems to be in order. The last scene and dance approaches. And what occurs. Thats right baby, technical difficulties. Our masterpice of recorded dialogue has been cut off leaving the debutante and escort to improvisation. It works!!!!! A miracle! The court gathers round for the smash rendition of 'You and Me,' Mohamed and i dance, even remembering the little butt wiggle of the box watlz step. But alas something is terribly awry. At some point he had stepped on the beautiful sparkly layer of the dress shredding its starlighted lentgh causing it to drag like a train behind me. And anytime we turn, twist, or dip it become entangled. Even movement and I slip and slide across the floor. I had to clutch Mohamed for dear life as the dips became deadly as I repeatedly lost my footing. But I survived to make it to the last pose, jumping on his leg and being twirled around. Cheers are heard as we gracefully *cough cough* exit the room to prepare for the variety number.
And this is where I shall leave you momentarilly(sp). But have no fear. I shall be back with adventures of hyperness, kicking ceilings, shocked boys, scandalous dancing, pilates, new connections, old bonds, gossip, crushes, and propositions of sex. I bid farewell for now.