Prom Post Part 3
I got to Carrie's house and pulled into the driveway for what may be the first time ever (I usually park on the side of the road). Her mom complimented my appearance (yay!) and showed me inside, where she then pulled open the hall door to reveal what was behind Door #1!
Carrie was beautiful. There's no other word for it. A black dress that fitted her perfectly, with a silver band about midway between her waist and her neck. The material felt SO good. And it fell to about her mid-shins in the front but descended into a slight train at the back (which gets cameo mentions in the next parts of this multi-part post) and her hair was done up and she had make-up on (not that those last two were prom-specific things, but being a guy I am not familiar enough with the hair and makeup fields to do justice to the description of these things, but must mention them since they contributed to the overall effect) and she had some...how to say it..."?strappy?"...silver heels on (they showed about 90% of her foot, with only some covered by thin silver "?straps?"). All in all, muy bonita! And her mom took lots of great photos, some of which are on my camera, the others I will have to get from Carrie's camera. Then we left and went to my house (having decided to wear the ?corsage? and ?bootinere? at her house and leave them on for the rest of the night) and my mom wasn't home yet, so my dad got to travel back in time to the days when he was a photographer for something at his high school. Those pictures involve multiple poses in multiple settings, from multiple angles. I can see where I get my affinity for creative photography from now. And though at some points my smile was a bit forced, all in all the whole thing turned out to be alot of fun. As we were leaving, my mom got home, so she got to see us all dressed up. Oh and I almost forgot to mention the bit about the results of the flower switch! Carrie was happily surprised to find out that I had called them and had them change the flower type from carnation to rose when I got home (there were only 2 flower options, rose was a bit more premium). So she was happy about it. Which was infectious. Made me happy, too. Happy I made the switch, happy she liked it. As she said, I was sneaky. To which I looked at her and replied, "I had a good teacher, didn't I?" So as previously stated in the last part, the flower things could bring nothing but good things that night.
Base message: Two people dressed to the nines, sexy and knowing it! Photo shoot! Can you guess how many thousands of words it was worth when everything was all said and done?
Next part covers dinner. To preview: my thoughts leading up to, the early arrivals, the late arrivals, the meal, the wind-down, the exit ( the realization that we never got a decent group photo with all 11 of us in it, DAMNIT!) Now I need to go get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow between finishing touches on the Quill and Scroll assembly, the advance-call-in 5-9 shift, the doing of dishes, baby-bro-sitting, the Civic Center field trip, and the work on Psych. And maybe the attempt to make it to the study session (if I can get around to asking Rachel when it is/was).
Carrie was beautiful. There's no other word for it. A black dress that fitted her perfectly, with a silver band about midway between her waist and her neck. The material felt SO good. And it fell to about her mid-shins in the front but descended into a slight train at the back (which gets cameo mentions in the next parts of this multi-part post) and her hair was done up and she had make-up on (not that those last two were prom-specific things, but being a guy I am not familiar enough with the hair and makeup fields to do justice to the description of these things, but must mention them since they contributed to the overall effect) and she had some...how to say it..."?strappy?"...silver heels on (they showed about 90% of her foot, with only some covered by thin silver "?straps?"). All in all, muy bonita! And her mom took lots of great photos, some of which are on my camera, the others I will have to get from Carrie's camera. Then we left and went to my house (having decided to wear the ?corsage? and ?bootinere? at her house and leave them on for the rest of the night) and my mom wasn't home yet, so my dad got to travel back in time to the days when he was a photographer for something at his high school. Those pictures involve multiple poses in multiple settings, from multiple angles. I can see where I get my affinity for creative photography from now. And though at some points my smile was a bit forced, all in all the whole thing turned out to be alot of fun. As we were leaving, my mom got home, so she got to see us all dressed up. Oh and I almost forgot to mention the bit about the results of the flower switch! Carrie was happily surprised to find out that I had called them and had them change the flower type from carnation to rose when I got home (there were only 2 flower options, rose was a bit more premium). So she was happy about it. Which was infectious. Made me happy, too. Happy I made the switch, happy she liked it. As she said, I was sneaky. To which I looked at her and replied, "I had a good teacher, didn't I?" So as previously stated in the last part, the flower things could bring nothing but good things that night.
Base message: Two people dressed to the nines, sexy and knowing it! Photo shoot! Can you guess how many thousands of words it was worth when everything was all said and done?
Next part covers dinner. To preview: my thoughts leading up to, the early arrivals, the late arrivals, the meal, the wind-down, the exit ( the realization that we never got a decent group photo with all 11 of us in it, DAMNIT!) Now I need to go get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow between finishing touches on the Quill and Scroll assembly, the advance-call-in 5-9 shift, the doing of dishes, baby-bro-sitting, the Civic Center field trip, and the work on Psych. And maybe the attempt to make it to the study session (if I can get around to asking Rachel when it is/was).