It was the worst. But it's supposed to be. But you have to go, right?

Okay so prom really wasn't the worst. But...what's a post about prom without a good Pretty in Pink quote thrown in? It's difficult for something to be the worst when you love dressing up and dancing to really shitty music. Honestly I only ever went to a few school dances during high school, and they sucked, but prom was loads of fun and it's practically a requirement for life.

My date got tails and I got to wear this pretty little Modcloth dress which I blogged about months ago. Even though I was all gross and exhausted from washing my sister's car twenty minutes ago, I still felt all elegant and perfect. It wasn't quite Clara Bow at the Ritz, but it was pretty dang close.

Wearing the tailcoat! Putting on my top hat, tying up my white tie, brushing off my taaaiillls! (I'm so tiny!)

Taking off the shoes to go dance to some Basshunter or Cascada. I requested "If You Leave" by OMD. My date and I were the only ones on the dancefloor for that song, but I hardly cared. Gosh, I need more dignity. You can practically see up my skirt.

We're a classy bunch.

My sister and I hardly look a thing alike. But it was really nice of her to come over and see me all dressed up. Even if she did make me wash her car beforehand.