Happy ever after in the market place
I must say, prom pretty much rocked the bejesus out of me. Saturday morning i woke up, remembering that i had nothing to wear, i don't buy dresses. So i made a run to tjmaxx and within two minutes of being there through all of the crowded mess, i found something quite spiffy. For ten bucks, thank you (wHo iS tHe BaRgIn QUEEN). I think i might have been the only one who wore blue jeans to the dance though. I almost enjoy getting all dressed up looking like a girl. We don't get to do it all that often. Racheal came to get me eightthirtyish, and we danced the night away. She got set up with a really nice jewish kid, who danced like a crab. He was sweet, but nice boys usually don't have the personality that some people are looking for (besides the non-asshole-ness).
For some reason, they had the dance out somewhere in the shuksan golfcourse. Why they had it there, i really couldn't say. But everyone was expected to dance on this little dancing.. pad.. that looked like it might have fit thirty people at the most. More like three HUNDRED! We squeezed. Everybody squeezed. Like we always do, breathing is overrated anyways.
Afterwards, no one really wanted to go home as is usual after a night of dancing. My energy drink was still on, so we went bowling (in our prom dresses, mind you). And after missing the lane completly way to many times, i lost like a mother. But i slept good last night that's for sure.
And now i'm left with a dress that shows a little to much cleavage and a handfull of jelly beans (happy easter you guys!). If anyone got slapped with a nipple last night, sorry about that. I don't even have a place to put my chapstick now. Good thing i had jeans on!
For some reason, they had the dance out somewhere in the shuksan golfcourse. Why they had it there, i really couldn't say. But everyone was expected to dance on this little dancing.. pad.. that looked like it might have fit thirty people at the most. More like three HUNDRED! We squeezed. Everybody squeezed. Like we always do, breathing is overrated anyways.
Afterwards, no one really wanted to go home as is usual after a night of dancing. My energy drink was still on, so we went bowling (in our prom dresses, mind you). And after missing the lane completly way to many times, i lost like a mother. But i slept good last night that's for sure.
And now i'm left with a dress that shows a little to much cleavage and a handfull of jelly beans (happy easter you guys!). If anyone got slapped with a nipple last night, sorry about that. I don't even have a place to put my chapstick now. Good thing i had jeans on!