Nobody puts Baby in the corner
By next Saturday morning, I will have woken up with a frightful nest of knots from the previous night of bouffant hair, flecks of mascara beneath my eyes and possibly the entire soundtrack to Dirty Dancing echoing faintly in my heavy head. If you're in Sydney, you could do the same. Come to the Popfrenzy Prom dressed to impress for a chance to become Homecoming King and Queen. If that's not enough reason, know that I'll be DJing early on and later in the night as Cherry Phosphate, with a promise of well loved cheek-to-cheek 50's doo-wop and a mix of other classic prom hits from all eras.
I'm in the middle of a crisis of what shoes to wear so that I won't lose the circulation in my toes by the end of night but more importantly, how to move in my dress without busting the zipper. Strangely enough, I discovered that my diet of pizza and Scalliwags the past fortnight (for girls on the run) has actually made me drop some weight! Who woulda thought it?