Well fellow bloggers, today's the day! Today, we celebrate the oh-so-wonderful memories and scandals of our high school dances. I loved high school, and dances were no exception. I don't have pictures from all the dances I attended, but I included a few from each school year, culminating in a rather amusing anecdote that occurred at my senior prom. I can't wait to hop around and read all about everyone else's experiences!
'80's dance! I'm second from the right in the silk boxer shorts :).
Masquerade Ball! Red and gold themed, if you couldn't tell....this one was a blast!
MORP 2009....neon colors this time around.
Vegas, baby! I wore a black sequined mini dress that I absolutely loved, but Francesca stole it back :(.
Homecoming with matching black dresses.
And finally, senior prom. Prom was absolutely fantastic. I went with my good friend John in a big group of friends, and we had loads of fun. The day started out with a game of soccer/football/gymnastics (yes, we managed to combine all three). Guys tend to get really invested in sports, which resulted in some rather amusing pictures, such as the one below (enlarged so you can admire their expressions):
And then came the dance part! Yay! The girls got ready at Chloe's house, then drove up to Kassandra's for pictures. I'm in the top row, third from the left, wearing a purple dress with a necklace.
And of course, no dance is complete without funny photos. This one stems from the reality TV show John and Kate Plus 8, in which a married couple (John and Kate) talk about raising their eight children. John and I played our respective roles as the mother and father of the family, while Chloe, Christian, Chris, Ridley, Kelsey, Ali, Eric, and Kalika posed as our eight children (don't ask me how we managed to produce two Asians...John and I are just talented like that).
And the group photo (note Kelsey's date is a cardboard cutout of Justin Bieber):
And now comes the story. For some unknown (yet ultimately advantageous) reason, my friend Katie decided to wear a dress that zips all the way down the front. I personally would never have the courage to wear such a dress, because even I (as a totally straight female) could barely resist the urge to unzip it, just for kicks. But more power to her. Anyways, the only picture I could find of said dress is a picture of me starting to unzip it. Hey, we were hyped up on sugar. Don't judge.
So we get to the restaurant, which is this fancy Japanese place where the waiters fry the food on the table right in front of you. Various shenanigans ensued, while Justin Bieber hung out like a creeper in the background:
So Katie's being Katie, which is a rather dangerous endeavor when your table doubles as a red-hot grill. Chopsticks up her nose isn't the worst of what transpired during the long wait for our food. Finally, the soup arrived. It was salty and delicious and oniony and very, very hot. Two minutes into the first course, Katie managed to dump an entire bowl of soup into her lap.
I'm pretty sure someone shouted "OH SHIT" at that moment, because everybody in the vicinity turned to stare at us. Ella and I rushed Katie into the ladies room, while she managed to simultaneously laugh and cry as the soup burned her thighs. I grabbed the zipper and un-zipped the dress all the way down. (Not going to lie, it was really satisfying.) There were these huge red marks all over her legs. Ella ran to get water, while I crouched down, using the two sides of the dress to basically fan Katie's crotch in an attempt to cool the burns.
At that moment a pair of old ladies walked in. It was possibly the most awkward encounter I've ever experienced...Katie's standing there in her underwear, dress hanging open, while I fervently use the pieces of her dismantled garment to waft cool air across the burns. They stared at us for a second, before the first lady spoke.
Her: "I...well, are we interrupting something?"
Her: "Oookkkaaayyyy.....I guess we'll come back later."
So they left, and pretty quickly, I might add. We got Katie cleaned up and rinsed the dress out as best we could, before returning to our dinner table in time for the main course. All in all, a successful prom experience.
So the moral of this story is (there always has to be a moral), zip-down dresses might be dangerous, but they can also come in quite handy if you happen to dump soup in your lap.