Eep. I posted this today, and saw the request for Prom stuffs, so here goes. Xposted from my personal journal.
I am so insanely late to write about Prom, but sue me.
I worked like an assmonkey to finish my mask and other self deco things all Saturday Morning. By the time Josh arrived, though, Mom had yet to arrive back home with Carey (so josh would only make one stop) and I'd needed her help to zip me into my corseetty boned giant fluffy dress and to glue the peacock feathers into my hair with cheap extension glue. Eep. Five minutes later, somehow, I was ready, and we left.
His place for pictures. His mom is adorable, and ordered us prints of the pictures she took of Carey and I. I think we looked dashing, all in black and red with our laquered masks.
We were the first at the restaurant at 5:30, when Mai made the reservation, which sucked because the last of our party (NATALIE)
didn't arrive until seven. But what can you do. We ate, left, arrived. Parking was a bitch. Prom was in one word, amazing. I felt pretty uninhibited, odd for me considering, and I actually danced, with the only alcohol I'd consumed all day being gross old wine on an empty stomach hours and hours before, so I doubt it helped (it normally takes ten times that amount plus some other incentives to get me on a dance floor). It was amazing, and Carey was wonderful. I could go on and on, and I think I just may some other time.
We leave, Josh abandons us and then gets pissed off that I left my cigars in his car by mistake. I was pissed because I wanted my effing peach cigars. We go to Natalies with Jerry, which was cool enough but my head fuzzed up and I started to cough like a mad tubercolosis cow, so C and I left. Damned cold. The cigar would have helped the cough, surprisingly enough, so POO on having left it in the car. Momentarily lost Bling Bling Bob, my -gold- version of my beloved skeleton necklace(pictured below), and it was over.
Since then the weeks been a downward spiral cumulating into..graduation, and the end of everything that I know. Yes, I like school. I love it. The whole idea has left me just more than a little stupified. Press on, I guess? I have a feeling that Health Careers High School is going to stay in my radius, though, for some reason. Could I end up a teacher? Or something else? Who knows. Ms. McCormick made me nearly cry by reading our class "Oh, the Places You'll Go" kindergarten-style for our final Writer's Notebook excercise. I've become a sentimental ninny, I'm afraid. I hate to admit these things.
My hairdo. It was down, with peacock feathers extended in to peek out the bottom. I loved it.
And I love Carey. Can you tell by the red lipstick?
Both of us, in the masks I made for the two of us. I think they turned out most pleasingly. every