Prom Night 08

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Last night several ladies and I met up for an informal DFW area bloggy shindig.  There was food, wine, and a restaurant full of girls in prom dresses. 

I don’t know about you, but having only met one blogger in real life prior to last night, I was crazy nervous.  I’ve read all the ladies that attended: June Cleaver, Busy Mom of 4, Texas Poppet & Miss Elaine-ous , but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t trying on 17 outfits acting like I was on a blind date.  A blind date with people who know you more intimately than your closest friends as they are privy to your innermost thoughts.  Great!  Harder than a blind date.

What would everyone else be wearing?  Would I be over or under-dressed?  Would the pants I wore require one or two pair of Spanx to squlech into? (Two, but shh, okay?)  Well, you all know I recently dyed my hair back brown…and I’m still not 100% sold on it.  So, in addition to having questionable hair coloring, I also really need a cut, and my hair is limp and fine.  Umm, so what do I go and do?  I rolled my hair for the second time in maybe four years.  I emerged from the curlers resembling a French poodle at best or Shirley Templecirca 1932 at worst.  Yay.  This had the potential to be a total disaster, right? 

Aside from discussions on all things blog related, we kept glancing at the way the teeney boppers were attired.  There were two main types of prom dress sported this year: the dress with so little material you questioned whether you were unwillingly viewing The Emperor’s New Clothes OR the ball gown ala Cinderella with lots of sequins.  The ladies and I had to question teenage fashion a few times.  When did HUGE hoop skirt dresses make a return to the runways?  And, when did mothers care so little about their daughters’ modesty they would allow them out of the house dressed in little more than that tube belt once sold at Units?  I learned via a trip to the loo the most prized possession owned by teenage girls in the snooty section of Dallas is organic cotton underwear.  Who’d a thunk it?

Despite my strange appearance, we had a really good time and have vowed to do it again.  Holly showed off the scar from her famous minivan debacle - something so famous, I almost asked just to touch it…well not really, but it’s Holly’s scar?!  The one from the pictures.  Holly, just remember we all asked nicely for our stick figure pictures to look good when you chronicle our night out, ‘kay?  We talked shop with people who “get” it, we shared stories, we drank a little alcohol.  And, can you believe Texas Poppet gave us each homemade jam?  How cool is that?

After a week of single parenting with too little sleep, a few bellinis and some good conversation really made it all better.  Thanks gals.  I had fun.  Next time, Lindsay, Bren & Catwoman have to come, too.

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