Sunday, February 18, 2007
All Night Long [The JS Prom]
Prom Tip: Wearing five-inch-heel peep-toe stilettos is like putting your toes through a meat grinder.This I learned the hard way. At the end of the night (roughly 1:30 a.m.), I was walking in tiny steps because of all the pain and my only thought was "OMFG MY &*!#$@%ING FEET!"
I should probably tell you the whole story. It started with a decision:
a) Mermaid-cut maroon silk corset-top tube gown with black lace fishtail and bolero; or
b) Aquamarine corset-top tube gown with flowing A-line skirt and shawl.
Apparently, I was more indecisive than I realized. The part that sucked about it was that they both had corsets, so I couldn't dress up alone. Here's the thing, Gown A was hard to walk in -- I could barely move my legs above the knee -- but it cost P8,500, so no fucking way could I NOT wear it, maroon is totally my color, my make-up, nails, and mask were made to fit this gown, and people were already looking forward to seeing it. Gown B was a lot easier to move around in (i.e. perfect for dancing), but the color soooo didn't suit me, and this was my Mom's gown to my Tita's wedding last Saturday.
Stupid me. We'd just returned home after getting my hair, nails and makeup done at Jesi Mendez, and I saw Mom's gown on the clothes rack. Out of curiosity, I go, "Hey, what if I try that on?" And Mom's like "Yeah, my dress is better than yours." (AARGH.) And when I try it on, I'm like...
"It does look good. Damn it!"
So now I can't decide. A or B? First I pick the maroon one, but then Mom guilt-trips me into wearing the aquamarine one, so I change. Once I get to Shangri-La EDSA, however, I head straight for the restroom (after getting lost a couple million times) and change back into the maroon one. There, after switching twice, I finally made a decision.
Prom started well, save for the lame dinner, but hey, there were Hershey's Kisses all over the table! Routine screams of "Love your gooown!" or something along those lines, pictures, pictures, pictures, "fix your corset we can see your cleavage," and cotillion. Cute dancing, hated the music. Within 15 minutes of walking in my Nine Wests they start to HURT LIKE HELL. So even though it's weird, I take them off. Once my feet feel better, I put them on again. This process will repeat about 7 times the whole night.
The highlight of my night was obviously...dancing! Since I couldn't dance in my maroon dress, I head to the restroom with Dea to change into the aquamarine one. I had no idea what to do with my shawl, I use it to turn my tube dress into a halter top! Yay, cute!
Prom Tip #2: When you're on the dance floor, don’t be afraid to look like a total retard. Shamelessness is inversely proportionate to the amount of fun you'll have dancing. Self-consciousness is a killer in these situations. Just let go!
We get back, and people start dancing. I guess I've changed a bit since my La Salle days. Four years ago at the Grad Ball, it took major convincing for me to get on the dance floor, and even then I barely danced at all. This time, I shook what my momma gave me! (Aagh, lame expression.) And let me tell you, it was hella fun.
Prom Tip #3: Dancing barefoot is better than dancing with meat-grinder shoes.The Bloomfields get the people gravitating towards the dance floor, and I head over there barefoot and dance my ass off. Don't knock it, it was fun! Beila danced *gasp*! Ang landi sumayaw ni GMA, ohoho! Oh, and they played "Colorblind" by Counting Crows, which I suggested for the prom playlist, so yay!
Picture-taking is no fun at all when you're dancing. Okay, it kind of is, but it's like, you're getting your freak on and someone's like, "Uy picture!" and you're like "Hey, I still wanna dance!" You end up waiting (Ilang-ilang pic), waiting (date pic), and waiting (barkada pics of Barcie and Albert and Maan M. -- aww, 'di ko na naabutan) and wanting to go back and dance. Solution? Dance while waiting! Haha =P Sir Segs interrupted me slow-dancing with Edineille and Albert at the same time while waiting in line. And then I slow-danced with Giselle and GMA, whose idea of slow-dancing is making giling-giling, hence the "landi" label.
Prom ended waaay too soon! I wanted to dance until 4 a.m. (thanks for instilling that in me, Zobel peeps!), kaya super bitin. Oh well. We should have proms every week! Or dancing parties where you just...dance. And take pictures with hot drummers,
Beila. Haha!
So, return to end point. I did leave with thoughts of "OMFG MY &*!#$@%ING FEET," but I was also happy with the way things turned out. Despite not going on an inuman session, staying overnight or even sneaking off to Starbucks like I would have wanted, I had the best prom ever, and I hope next year, I'll have the best prom ever too.
Next year, though, I am staying far, far away from five-inch heels.
