She left school at 10:30 (as did 150 other kids) to start the great primp.
- Mani-Pedi at 10:45 - and make it a gel french, please.
- Pizza at noon.
- Hair by Leslie at 12:30.
- Make-up by Marlene at 1:45.
- Tears from Mom and Mar at 1:35 - I had to leave the room.
- Boutonniere and corsage pick up at 3:00.
- Packing for the sleepover at our fabulous friends who will host 12 teens; yes, boys and girls, on the dad's birthday.
- Going BACK to the salon at 4:00 to show everyone how she looks all put together.
- Pictures at 4:30.
- Limo at some point.
- And then, the night is hers.
(You can click on the picture to see it larger - that's for you, Mama.)
I loved my dress - my Aunt Rosie took me shopping for it. It was pale yellow, a halter, very flowy and I remember feeling like quite the princess.
My date drank entirely too much and spent the night in the bathroom puking his guts up. Good times for him. I don't even remember how I got home. , I am pretty certain we had a pre-prom gathering at Ellen's house. (Or maybe that was senior prom? God, this getting old stuff is a bitch.)
So tonight, my girl can be a Dancing Queen.
It's Friday. It's Prom. Let's all dance!
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen