I went with my mom and both of my aunts to the local department store to painstakingly hunt for the perfect dress for my junior prom. You see, I was a very tall and slender girl in high school, so finding any kind of dress was always difficult. I never really liked the super poofy ball gowns that all of my friends seemed to enjoy, but I was also so self conscious of my lack of chest. I think I tried on maybe 30 different dresses until I found the one. It was a form-fitting one-shoulder dress that was COVERED in beadwork, and it was a fuschia and orange color. I LOVED it. And I thought I looked stunning in it, despite the curse of the two backs I had in high school.
I called James* to let him know that I had picked out my dress. I tried to explain it to him, but as you can read it's kind of difficult to explain. I think I attempted to explain it four times before he finally said, "Blake*, just tell me what you want my tux to look like and I'll go try stuff on." I wanted him to look just as sexy as I knew I was going to feel, so I decided that I wanted him in all black with a white tie, just because the colors of my dress were going to be difficult to match.
I took a picture of the dress to our local flower shop to have them make the corsage and boutonniere to match my dress as close as possible. As far as plans before and after the prom, we got a big group together and decided to go to dinner together before at an Italian restaurant. Originally, there were going to be about 10 of us, but by the time prom came around we went in a group of 19. James had a baseball game the morning of prom, so while I was spending all day getting ready, James was texting me throughout the day to let me know where he was, how things were going, and when I could be expecting to see him.
Two other friends and I had hair appointments at the same salon, and I had gotten my nails done a couple days before. My hairstylist and I had a hard time trying to figure out how to do my hair (this is the same person who had done my hair the year before, and my freshman year when I went to prom...I know I skipped over that). I explained my dress to her, and she said she didn't want to do something like the year before that was edgy, she wanted to give a little more class to it since the dress needed all the attention. She curled my hair with a flat iron, poofed it up a little at the crown, and then started pulling it toward the center of my head in the back. The best way we could describe it is that my hair looked like it was in a banana clip without actually being in a banana clip. She also curled tendrils around my face to accent it as well.
The finishing touch was my makeup, and I had my aunt do it. She also didn't want to take away from my dress, so she did tan colors to accentuate my big brown eyes. She then added some shimmering powder just under my eyes and on my cheeks to brighten up my eyes.
The corsage and boutonniere each had ribbons on them that matched perfectly. We had white roses and carnations and then the florists found the perfect fuschia and orange ribbons to tie into the flowers. I stepped into my dress and my 3 inch heels and anxiously waited for James to call me and tell me he was ready for me to come pick him up (he was too young for his license, remember?). Almost everyone was there at my grandmother's house taking pictures together and with their dates, and everyone was there except James.
FINALLY, about an hour before our dinner reservations, James called me and said he was ready. I swear that boy could have taken as long as I could getting ready. My aunt let me borrow her Mercury Mountaineer to drive us to prom, so I drove out to his place to pick him up. I knocked on the door and anxiously waited for him to come to the door to see me in my dress.
My name is Blake, and this prom was my favorite. Good friends, good food, amazing date, and I looked damn good. Just saying.
*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. Mostly, I'm the not-so-innocent.
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