and the winner is...

Yesterday, around 2 in the afternoon, I was standing in the cramped aisle of the Mid-South Outlet with a pink ZumZum princess prom dress pulled on over my jeans and blouse when I noticed a wet spot on the tile floor next to me. I pointed at it, and said to Andrea, "What do you want to bet that's pee?"

Over her clothes, she had on a crazy black spider-web-embroidered looking concoction of a dress. We agreed that it was totally urine. And then moved on to our next dresses. And while Andrea eventually found a fetching blue number at Half Off of Half Off -- very quintessentially early 2000s prom, too -- I wasn't quite as successful and ended up trying on the coterie of dresses trapped in closets and under beds at my parents house and, with the help of my mom, jimmy-rigging one of them into fitting me. Sort of.

So the dress is ready, the hair is one bottle of AquaNet from leaping out of my wildest imagination into reality on top of my head, and all I need now is a date. You chose him by a landslide vote, and I texted him last night to tell him the news -- Nominee No. 4 will be the very (un?)lucky suitor joining me.

Here's to the official mulligan -- I think prom will be decidedly more entertaining with alcohol.


cheers,
elizabeth