Tales of a Meh Girl

For general information:

I finally got everything taken care of for prom.

So far, this is what I have.

My dress: Taken to be altered at Janie's Sewing Botique, be ready May 5th. Take to be cleaned on May 5th or 8th.

My hair: Appointment at Spaulding & Crump on Louetta at 1:30.

My nails: Mary Ann to do on May 11th.

The actual night.

Call in the morning for a reservation for five, possibly six, at Outback Steakhouse at 6:30 or 7:00.

Spend 20 minutes on the phone only to find that you've been talking to the wrong Outback Steakhouse. Apologize profusely, call right one.

Group to include David, Stef, Christy, me, and Nara, if she wants to come, and Courtney if she wants to go.

Stay at Christy's, go get hair done, etc.

Get everyone to congregate at Christy's, or go pick people up.

Someone calls to say they're not ready; spend 20 minutes outside of their house while they emerge, go back in because they forgot make-up, emerge, go back in because they forgot camera, emerge, go back in to kiss mother and father goodbye. Contemplate leaving her there, decide against it.

Take plenty of pictures, as Mom will not be there and is demanding at least one camera Nazi be present.

Group will get in car, where we will proceed to Outback Steakhouse.

Get lost.

Find way again.

Get lost again.

Find way, nearly there, find that it's the wrong Outback Steakhouse.

Arrive at restaurant looking fresh and clean and unlost. We will eat there, then proceed to actual dance.

Find that whoever has Stef's ticket has already entered, and someone must track her down. Call cell phone. Find person does not have cell phone on. Finally have DJ shout-out their name in ruse of dedicating a song, find the person, drag her out of there, and get Stef in.

Enter dance, everyone's tickets honored.

Stand around, daring each other to dance. Finally, get up and do the robot in the middle of the dance floor.

Rock the casbah with our super-cool pirate ninja moves.

Kick off high heels and complain about blisters for rest of the night and order David to bring us drinks as he is Man and we are Women and he didn't have to wear high heels. V. bitter about this.

Pile into car and head to Christy's house.

At Christy's house, take out pins in hair and find hair stays in place because it is now 90% hair spray.

Change clothes, pile into car.

Head to SNAPP.

Get lost.

Find way again.

Get lost.

Find way again.

Someone pipes up that driver is incompetent; driver snottily asks them if they want to drive; person agrees, calls driver's bluff. Get lost again.

Arrive at SNAPP looking fresh and clean and unlost.

Pig out on pizza as we are no longer wearing confining clothes or paying for food.

Delicately nibble on small, non-fattening things.

Go bowling. Play games. Fall asleep at 3:00 on the floor and miss person calling out name of prize-winner.

Pile into car, drop everyone off at respective homes. Shake parents' down for gas money; if necessary, hire cousin Vinny from Chicago.

Have a great time and go home to relive it all after pictures are developed. Find out flash wasn't on, so all the pictures are grainy and everyone looks like Winston Churchhill.

Love it anyway.

Peace, love, and prom.

Sound like a plan?