This was my fifth Ball, so I had long shed my expectations of a romantic night, and had a fun time sitting around and talking with friends. Just in a fancy dress. I remember being amazingly disappointed when I realized that all parties are just people sitting around talking to each other, sometimes with dancing. Somehow all those movies seem to make parties look like there's some other, more exotic element. But nope, it's just talking. The children find it completely ridiculous that we like to do this in our spare time.
In keeping with the prom theme, I went with some friends earlier in the day and we got our hair done together. Yep, just like high school. Except the pregnant one was married. We had a fun time gossiping, passing around hair style ideas, and being loud enough that the salon receptionist asked us to quiet down. I've had this happen at restaurants before, too. I'm not quite sure if it's because Americans are loud, or I'm just loud. Probably me.
I wore dress #1, figuring that we've been here so long that only one other person would recognize the dress I wore two years ago, and she didn't remember it anyway. It was such an excruciating project that I intend to wear it until I don't fit it anymore. It mostly fit this year, so that was a good thing.
By eleven, Cinderella had talked, eaten, toasted, danced, and was ready to turn into a pumpkin (those high school days are long, long gone), so Brandon took me home and to bed. I'm sad that next year we'll be in a new post with new friends. But it was a fun time. Until next year!