Oh boy, my day was entertaining.
So I get woken up at 5 30 am by my cat biting my hand (he loves to attack my fingers) so i locked him in the basement. I went back upstairs and felt pretty bad about it until my alarm clock went off at 6 30 am. I fell back asleep (finally) and didn't get up til 12 pm when I remember "Gee, I have to be at Monica's right now getting my hair done" so I jolted out of bed, quickly brushed my hair and teeth and ran out the door into the car to Monica's, yes I was still in my PJ's.
I arrive, we dress, same old same old tugging at the hair and cinching of the waist thank god I am extremely tolerant to pain. Tessa and Dee were laughing at me because I was barely awake and we talked about people behind their back. Mostly boys though because we needed to think of people to bribe into becoming escorts for our Deb-Ball. We all piled in the smaller car (I have no clue what car it is, it's a station wagon I believe) and off we went to the fair.
At the fair we couldn't find the booth so we walked around for an hour or so until we decided to go down and take a trolley ride. On the way to the trolley a really cool little boy bowed to us and said our dresses were pretty, he is going to make a good husband to some girl/guy. The trolley ride was quite enjoyable and then told us that we had to come back dressed in costume next week for the 100th anniversary celebration. We thanked them for the invite and continued on our way.
We were starving and bought ice cream which turned to be this huge mound of chocolate/peppermint bon-bon. A single scoop was good enough for 2 people. It was delicious. A bunch of people were taking our picture. It was weird, but sort of cool. I felt like I was a movie star and they were paparazzi. I could totally get use to it.
I am so happy that we do this showing off of our dresses. I wish someone had done the same when I was growing up. To them I bet it's like seeing a real life princess. I know I feel like a princess. I feel like it brings a little it of joy to even older folk just to see someone dressed like a young lady back in the 1840's.
Anyway. I cannot wait for the Deb-Ball. It's going to be so glamorous. All Debutante's must be dressed in white. We are all going to have escorts. They are even talking about getting some military boys in to dance. Yummy. Anyway, I might have to smash a club over an eligible boy's head and drag him "ye olde caveman" style to the ball. Guys, to my understanding, hate being in tuxes, and formal dancing. They try avoid it until the wedding. I might have found a guy who would go willingly. Only one thing stands in the way. I know a way to take care of it though, thank you Harrison Ford, for making another Indiana Jones Movie.
(Haha, Poor Larry, Tony, Will, and Tyus. Their willingness (or their parents forcefulness) get's abused so much!)
17 years ago
