Prom! 2005
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laurelin_kitProm Timeline
1 April (8 days to go): After seeing Sin City, in the parking lot of Steak N Shake, Grant asks me to prom. I express my joy in my usual way by nearly backing into someone else's car.
2 April (7 days to go): I find my dress in a size four - suffocating. I order a size 6, overnight shipping.
4 April (5 days to go): Dress is not here. Grant and I decide on McD's for dinner.
5 April (4 days to go): Dress is still not here. Changed plans - Japanese food for dinner.
6 April (3 days to go): I wonder about prom tickets. After discovering I am left without a ticket, I run frantically around the school, waving a $20 bill and praying for a miracle. I recive my ticket after the following conversation with Dean Melia: "SO WHO ARE YOU GOING WITH?" "Grant." "I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING OUT WITH SOME OTHER GIRL." "Theybrokeup. Thankyoufortheticketbye.
7 April (2 days to go): Dress arrives! That was not overnight. Shoes must now be found, and they are found, but in the wrong size, so a 45 minute drive in the pouring rain and thundering lightning is required to get them.
8 April (1 day to go): I go to Wal-Mart, buy a strapless bra, pantyhose and various sparkly eyeshadow. Then I go to the mall and go to Icing, then Claire's, then the Body Shop, then Icing, then Charlotte Russe, then Icing, then Dillards. No jewelry is found. I curse the skies.
9 April (DAY OF PROM): I go to Wal-Mart again, no jewelry. I go to Icing, then Body Shop, then Macy's, then Claire's, then Icing, then Charlotte Russe, then Dillards, then JCPenney, then Icing and finally buy a pair of earrings. I arrive home (driving on fumes, I might add), fall into the bath. Mmm, jacuzzi. I drive like a bat out of hell to my hair appointment, where I then get my hair trimmed and then styled into curls by way of excruciating pain and then burning heat. I drive back home and jump into my dress, hose and shoes. I end up not wearing the earrings I just bought, but ones I've had for ages, and a necklace I don't wear much. Thanks to an Elizabeth Arden card of makeup examples as displayed on the Goddess Catherine (Zeta-Jones), I apply my sparkly gold makeup just in time to be finishing up to the yell of "LAURA! GRANT'S HERE!"
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And after a few thousand pictures, we actually got to leave. (BEAUTIFUL CORSAGE.) In the most awesome bugvertible (see picture here), by the way. Then it was off to Hioki's Japanese Cuisine, where I had chicken teriyaki and made fun of Adam. The food was amazing.
Girly! Becky, you looked so, so, so classy and beautiful. Molly,nice boobs your dress was lovely. Rene, you rocked the fifties secretary look. Cassie looked fantabulous in red, with the best hair ever. April, WOW. Just...WOW. :)
Then when we made it to prom...
Girly! Kari, oh my God, you looked so hot. Jackie, awesome, awesome color. Lizzie, your dress was marvelously sparkly. Noelle, no one else had your dress, nor did anyone else have your coolness. Christa, YOU WERE THERE! And you looked so chic! How did the film school interview go? Amanda...charming. Charming.
(Please smack me if I forgot anyone.)
So Grant and I didn't dance nearly as much as we thought we would, which surprised me. But there was much dancing, much craziness and many times, a writhing mass of girlflesh. The boys had fun looking, I'm sure, and joined in sometimes. Our class song is "In My Life" by the Beatles, F-anyone's-I. Requisite playing of "I like big butts" created a rather tight writhing mass of bootydancing girlflesh, but then Grant joined in, and that was thrown all to hell, but in a really fun way that involves me dancing with him a lot. THERE WAS NO CHA-CHA SLIDE! Or if there was, I missed it. Although they did play a squaredancing song. O.o And finally, with the good music, they played "You Shook Me All Night Long" and Grant just picked me right up and lifted me over his head and spun around. And have you ever been so happy that when you're not grinning your mouth twitches to be smiling as wide as you can and then you smile so hard your face aches but it just makes you happier? (I have.)
Crazy shit: Jesse stole the Prom King scepter, Grant and Jesse slowdanced during the King and Queen dance, our table stole all the candles from our table and the next one over and Grant tried to steal one of the giant stars from the entrance to the dance, and we had glow sticks and raved some, but mainly I just stuck mine down the front of my dress.
Post-prom we all went to Denny's, Grant and I shared a slice of cheesecake and Jesse had an achin' for bacon. Then, because it's was only one o'clock, and I didn't want to go home that soon, Grant and I drove down to the park and sat on a bench by the river for a while.
And thus ends my perfect night.
1 April (8 days to go): After seeing Sin City, in the parking lot of Steak N Shake, Grant asks me to prom. I express my joy in my usual way by nearly backing into someone else's car.
2 April (7 days to go): I find my dress in a size four - suffocating. I order a size 6, overnight shipping.
4 April (5 days to go): Dress is not here. Grant and I decide on McD's for dinner.
5 April (4 days to go): Dress is still not here. Changed plans - Japanese food for dinner.
6 April (3 days to go): I wonder about prom tickets. After discovering I am left without a ticket, I run frantically around the school, waving a $20 bill and praying for a miracle. I recive my ticket after the following conversation with Dean Melia: "SO WHO ARE YOU GOING WITH?" "Grant." "I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING OUT WITH SOME OTHER GIRL." "Theybrokeup. Thankyoufortheticketbye.
7 April (2 days to go): Dress arrives! That was not overnight. Shoes must now be found, and they are found, but in the wrong size, so a 45 minute drive in the pouring rain and thundering lightning is required to get them.
8 April (1 day to go): I go to Wal-Mart, buy a strapless bra, pantyhose and various sparkly eyeshadow. Then I go to the mall and go to Icing, then Claire's, then the Body Shop, then Icing, then Charlotte Russe, then Icing, then Dillards. No jewelry is found. I curse the skies.
9 April (DAY OF PROM): I go to Wal-Mart again, no jewelry. I go to Icing, then Body Shop, then Macy's, then Claire's, then Icing, then Charlotte Russe, then Dillards, then JCPenney, then Icing and finally buy a pair of earrings. I arrive home (driving on fumes, I might add), fall into the bath. Mmm, jacuzzi. I drive like a bat out of hell to my hair appointment, where I then get my hair trimmed and then styled into curls by way of excruciating pain and then burning heat. I drive back home and jump into my dress, hose and shoes. I end up not wearing the earrings I just bought, but ones I've had for ages, and a necklace I don't wear much. Thanks to an Elizabeth Arden card of makeup examples as displayed on the Goddess Catherine (Zeta-Jones), I apply my sparkly gold makeup just in time to be finishing up to the yell of "LAURA! GRANT'S HERE!"
--- --- ---
And after a few thousand pictures, we actually got to leave. (BEAUTIFUL CORSAGE.) In the most awesome bugvertible (see picture here), by the way. Then it was off to Hioki's Japanese Cuisine, where I had chicken teriyaki and made fun of Adam. The food was amazing.
Girly! Becky, you looked so, so, so classy and beautiful. Molly,
Then when we made it to prom...
Girly! Kari, oh my God, you looked so hot. Jackie, awesome, awesome color. Lizzie, your dress was marvelously sparkly. Noelle, no one else had your dress, nor did anyone else have your coolness. Christa, YOU WERE THERE! And you looked so chic! How did the film school interview go? Amanda...charming. Charming.
(Please smack me if I forgot anyone.)
So Grant and I didn't dance nearly as much as we thought we would, which surprised me. But there was much dancing, much craziness and many times, a writhing mass of girlflesh. The boys had fun looking, I'm sure, and joined in sometimes. Our class song is "In My Life" by the Beatles, F-anyone's-I. Requisite playing of "I like big butts" created a rather tight writhing mass of bootydancing girlflesh, but then Grant joined in, and that was thrown all to hell, but in a really fun way that involves me dancing with him a lot. THERE WAS NO CHA-CHA SLIDE! Or if there was, I missed it. Although they did play a squaredancing song. O.o And finally, with the good music, they played "You Shook Me All Night Long" and Grant just picked me right up and lifted me over his head and spun around. And have you ever been so happy that when you're not grinning your mouth twitches to be smiling as wide as you can and then you smile so hard your face aches but it just makes you happier? (I have.)
Crazy shit: Jesse stole the Prom King scepter, Grant and Jesse slowdanced during the King and Queen dance, our table stole all the candles from our table and the next one over and Grant tried to steal one of the giant stars from the entrance to the dance, and we had glow sticks and raved some, but mainly I just stuck mine down the front of my dress.
Post-prom we all went to Denny's, Grant and I shared a slice of cheesecake and Jesse had an achin' for bacon. Then, because it's was only one o'clock, and I didn't want to go home that soon, Grant and I drove down to the park and sat on a bench by the river for a while.
And thus ends my perfect night.
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Date: 2005-04-10 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-10 03:06 pm (UTC)I think we should have prom again. Definitely. We need more prom, more nights like that.
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Date: 2005-04-10 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-10 03:28 pm (UTC)Hmm, our icons seem to be talking to each other and creating a force field of pretty that is too strong to resist.
You were so beautiful.
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Date: 2005-04-10 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-10 04:54 pm (UTC)