Prom. I was always sure that I would never be that happy-go-lucky promenade fan girl; I would never Google the cost of a party limousine and I would never wait on edge to open a UPS package holding not only a floor-length gown but also all of the stress and anxiety that is to come in the same package. But these are all things I can shamefully add to the list of “I’ll never do’s.” Senior year at it’s finest ladies and gentlemen.
Prom is nearly two months away and I have already been a no longer existing member of three separate groups, been to four different malls in two different states and had my prom night vision rearranged weekly. (I’ll let you know if it ever stops changing up on me) I assume it will stop the morning after.
I am fortunate that at least I can cross the prom date hunt off of my list. I don’t even think my date requires a formal ask. I’ll text him the “where and what times” if I can ever figure out the “where and what times.” The perks of having a significant other who is out of high school, is you can call all of the high-school-oriented shots. Like tux shopping. I presume that getting my man into a tuxedo will be harder than substituting fruit for fries with my Chick–fil-A meal these next two months. Oh the struggles of pre-prom dieting. Love comes in all different kinds of compromise.
I have now turned into the worst kind of prom-phased gal, I am actually now having day and nightmares of my dress coming in too small and too ugly, and having to buy your standard bridesmaid two piece to have at least some form of fabric to throw on night of. But If we’re at all being honest my back up plans start with Free People’s fancy section and end with a BCBG jumpsuit I spotted.
What most frightens me about this whole shindig is I’m freaking out about shoes the most… You read that right. Yep, the one factor that no one will see and I will more than likely abandon half way through dinner. I keep wondering if I should take this golden opportunity to buy great new pumps or if I should just stick to my high-top converse and hold out hope for the assurance that at least my toes will not bleed.
So much to do so little time, I should have started planning months ago. And my class time spent Pinterest-board snooping does not make up for the lack of progress I have made in my prom efforts.