Here is the photo-heavy part deux in my tale about my first-ever prom night. It takes the handy works of two women and a ride in a sports car to turn my day look (aka whatever I haven’t worn twice in one week already) into a suited-for-prom look.
Trying hard (perhaps going over the top) to pretend to be comfortable:
My uncle insisted on driving me to prom in his British sports car, where everything is all British and retro and reversed. LOVED IT… except for all the attention it drew, and the fact that it was impossible to get in and out gracefully. Trust me, it wasn’t pretty.
Can we also talk about how I managed to wear heels all night without falling over and dying? Now that I know that is within the realm of physical possibility for me to wear heels, I am all psyched about expanding my heels collection this summer. I am not going to go all out and get ones that are crazy high, because that’s just asking for trouble and an early death.
Anyway, all in all I think I had a… unique night.
I know it has been exceptionally quiet around here, but this week has gone by in a whirlwind – which I can’t exactly complain about. In fact, that’s how I prefer all my non-vacation/real life weeks to go. I have seventeen school days left until the beginning of exams, and it almost feels unreal that after having spent two years with more or less the same people, you will probably not see most of them again. I have been anxiously anticipating that fact for the past two years, to be honest, but now there is a kind of bittersweet-ness about it. I guess it’s kind of like family: you have to swallow a lot of camels, but most of them have your back. They also may copy your notes and steal your thunder.
Last night was Prom Night, and for those who have been lying sleepless wondering, I did not win “Class Gossip”. THANK GOD. My heart was in my throat when they announced the winner, and then it was like AHHH, I can breathe again. I still don’t understand where that nomination came from, but I think they meant well. I had kind of been looking forward to doing a replica of Gretchen Wieners’ speech about how I shouldn’t be punished for being well liked, or more like I shouldn’t be punished for being the one everyone confides in. At least I can keep secrets, which I think is a pretty good quality. WHATEVS. That’s just another camel I have had to swallow.
One day all of those camels are going to make me explode, I am telling you.
I have never in my life attended a prom before, and because I am very bad at doing my hair and putting on make-up, my sister and aunt made a project out of dolling me up. They are really good at these sorts of things, and I could barely recognize myself when I was done. I wore a beautiful grey dress, sparkly silver heels, a black coat and lots of sparkly silver jewelry. The theme of my outfit was grey and sparkly, in case you can’t tell. After curling my hair vintage-style, my sister turned it into a French ‘do, which is totally what I am going to have her do to my hair at my future wedding. Unfortunately I only have a few pictures to share, as the rest are on my sister’s camera. Expect a very photo-heavy post in a few days, though. Until then, here are a few:
Doll-up time, about to commence. For this you need a shit-ton of make-up, coca cola in champagne glasses and strawberries.
My hair is naturally curly, but in a kind of wild way. Not wild-wild as in can’t be tamed, but more like just not useful in any way. This is where the Carmen Curlers came in.
This is the table I was seated at. LOOK HOW PRETTY!!!
Today was the day after prom, which meant that I wanted nothing to do with make-up or fancy dressing up or anything like that. My siblings and I went to see “The Descendants”, which I can’t say impressed me too much… I guess I am not clever enough to get the hype.
Sofie sans make-up, and in dire need of some eyebrow dye. Waiting for the movie to start. Very happy about her hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Sofie and brother, loving each other. That almost rhymed.
This was it for me tonight. I’m gonna hit the sack and hope this next week will go by as fast as this previous one. I will talk to you sooners.