Prom 2012 Recap

After enduring peer pressure, beration, and even pleading from certain sources, I acquiesed to attend Prom. It took a Grande Caramel Machiato (nonfat milk, no whip, double shot of espresso), a packet of milk chocolate caramel brulee pieces, and two Pina Coladas (non-alchoholic) to keep me alive past my established bedtime.



For dinner at Prom they had buffet tables strewn with corn dogs, sushi, mashed potatoes, pasta, bread, strawberries dipped in chocolate, and assorted mini desserts, but the coffee had taken away my appetite (it contained about 11 grams of protein).

I spent my time shrieking at how beautiful my friends appeared, hugging everyone whose name I knew, and occasionally dancing. I learned that when all else fails, just move your hips.

I woke up around 7:30 AM with aching feet, blisters on my ankles, and a song by Shakira playing in my head.  There is no way that I am slipping on heels again for the next ten days.



Who needs bracelets when you can just wear flowers? Thanks goes to my cross-country and track friend Danny for the corsage.

Prom and Prejudice

Finally, after enduring peer pressure from friends and teachers, I have consented to go to Prom. I just might need a few espressos to stay awake since the event begins at my bedtime, 8 PM, and doesn't end until 12 AM.
With that said, Tia Susanna drove me to the mall on Saturday to find a Prom dress. When she asked me what I was looking for, I summed it up like this: I don't want to look like a highlighter or a mermaid or a puffball. I am looking for something classy and elegant, preferably with a single shoulder strap. Done.

Walking into Macy's we found five dresses that caught my fancy and headed to the fitting room. I couldn't figure out how to get into one of the dresses due to the intricracies imposed by the designer, so that one was an automatic no. Two of the dresses were a bit too "old" for me. Then, there were the final two dresses. The first one was royal blue dress by Ralph Lauren, with a moderate leg slit and soft fabric. The second dress was black and had one shoulder strap, with lace accents enwrapping the torso and falling down the sides of the dress. It was well-fitted at the torso and morphed into a swishy fabric from the waist down. I tried on each dress three different times to decide which one I liked better, and choose the black gown. I found the elegant glamour of the dress appealing.
Finding the dress was a breeze compared to finding the right shoes. I have combed through Macy's, Nordstrom, JCPenney, Marshalls, and Famous Footwear to no avail. The hunt is on.