The day started at 3, when the ladies in the group (except for Danika, who got her hair done somewhere else) came over to my house, the central meeting place, to get ready. The boys were scheduled to get there around five, and I was concerned it wouldn’t take us two hours to get ready. Well, it did.
At five, the boys started wandering in, and a mass amount of pictures were taken. Me and my “official” date Chad pinned and slid on our respective fancy flowers and had more pictures taken. Then we took group shots. Then more date shots. Then some candids.
Eventually, we all piled into the designated transport vehicles to get “official” pictures, where we made a scene as we always do. Then we went back to my house to eat out delicious potluck dinner. After dinner, I washed the dishes while the rest of the group fell about the living room playing Wii. We watched some Lady Gaga videos for culturing purposes, then decided it was time to get over to the dance, which started at nine.
Chad and I were certain we’d only be staying at the dance for maybe an hour. But the truth is, we stayed to the end, and were actually disappointed come midnight when we had to leave.
Then I followed Chad’s car (after meeting back at my house to change) to another friend of ours’ house to eat ice cream and watch the first half hour of Mean Girls. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. It was fun.
The thing that boggles my mind the most about this whole thing is that the two best nights of my year have been dances. I usually hate dances. I hate the people that go to them, the grinding, the overpriced tickets and pictures, the music, the sweatiness, the overall idea. But I gotta hand it to my friends; they can make ANYWHERE awesome.
One prom down, one to go.
