Of that “way cool” dress, I went with a friend and partyed 80s prom-style. Oh, my dress was heinous. Did it make me look like a blobby tube? Yes. Did I care? Not really. Sondra, on the other hand, looked hot. And the ladies from work (hi, ladies from work!) also rocked it in a major way.
Like, totally rad.
(well, that’s me, at least. All my accessories were either yellow or black. If you look at other photos of me, you’ll notice that I wear neither a. yellow nor b. electric blue. Also, I kept getting told I looked like Katy Perry)
Sondra did the Flashdance thing:
[Photos kinda-courtesy of Katy, who was the host and is included in the work ladies]
So, yeah. My actual prom really sucked, and this made up for it. When I was a kid I coveted an unnaturally-hued, poofy dress and big teased hair. I think I can check this off my list.
The husband wasn’t photographed, but he was awesome, too. He wore my Jackyl shirt and a trenchcoat with the sleeves cut off (plus some studded fingerless gloves and ripped jeans and cowboy boots). I was liking the Judd Nelson in Sixteen Candles thing. I wish I’d taken his picture.
And then yesterday we stayed in all day and I introduced Sondra to Bollywood (more than she’d seen, at least). She was suitably appreciative (we watched Om Shanti Om and Dhoom 2 – I’m easing her in).