prom

PART I

I didn't want to go, so I didn't.

The end.

(just kidding, it's not actually the end. That would be lame.)

PART II

Instead, I got on a train and went to visit a few of my best friends (although perhaps not as spontaneously as that sentence seems to suggest!!)

We got our hair done, matching curls for the three of us, and then we dressed up and went out to dinner. We pounded the music as we raced down the country roads and into town, where we made friends with the waiter and knocked like two sets of cutlery onto the floor. Because we pretend to be adults but at the end of the day, it's hard to slide into a booth and still look like a lady. (and it paid off, because at the end of our meal he brought us a whole handful of candy with our bill. Do you think adults get handfuls of candy? No. Only extremely cool people*. Who knock cutlery onto the floor. Twice.)

*this is not to say that adults cannot be extremely cool people. I think my logic got a little screwed up somewhere.

When we finished eating, we took the scenic route home, and somebody thought it would be a cool idea to take a picture of us standing in the opened sunroof. And it was a cool idea, even though it was a bit of a squish to fit all of us, and even though the woods were extremely buggy, and even though we were all standing balanced precariously on the car seats. It started not to be such a cool idea when we decided that we'd had enough pictures (and bug bites), and would really prefer to be inside the car again. Like, immediately.

This was when I tried to wriggle nimbly down and back to my seat, and....

...nothing happened.

"I think I'm stuck," I announced, trying to get myself enough room to get my shoulders inside the car. The other two obligingly leaned forward, trying to give me a few extra inches of space, but when I started to slide in the right direction...my dress did not. I was showing a rather precarious amount of leg by this time, although thankfully the road was totally abandoned.
"Nobody look at me," I gasped, yanking myself out of the sunroof and twisting my dress back into position as I collapsed onto the backseat, where I heard an ominous crack.

You know those Styrofoam containers that they give you at restaurants when you can't quite finish all of your food? We had three of them in the backseat. Filled with red saucey pasta. And I'd just planted myself right on top of them.

As the other two were still extracting themselves from the sunroof, I was frantically examining my dress for any fatal smears. Somehow, I escaped without a mark, although my little white container looked a little worse for the wear. 

before we realized we were stuck

We spent the rest of the night inside (Kenz's boyfriend taught us how to play beer pong -- but with water, guys, don't freak out) playing games and laughing until we couldn't breathe anymore.

So, at the end of it all, do I regret not going to my school's prom?

Not in the slightest.

xx
Olivia 

p.s. one of my friends bought me SHERLOCK THEMED TEA for my graduation present!! I die. more on this coming soon. 
p.p.s. photo creds to the incredible Samantha and Delaney. ♥♥