Actually, Friday was a fairytale. I’m a little late posting this, but better late than never right?
One of the most loverliest nights of my life was last Friday. And it began with my dear friend Jana.
You see, we got ready together for a dance that our homeschool co-op hosted.
I’m not sure that the term ‘getting ready’ quite describe the four hours of epic that ensued. I do believe that we spent about one hour of that time doing our hair and makeup, and the remaining three hours jumping around, pretty much drunk with giddiness and excitement. We danced and twirled around her room, *attempted* to rap Nicki Minaj’s “Super Bass”, and teased each other about specific male figures in our lives.
(This wasn’t taken on Friday, but this is pretty much what we look like most of the time when we’re together.)
Yeah, we pretty much acted like teenaged girls.
Aren’t we an attractive bunch? :P
At about 6:30, this awesome group of individuals met at her house, and we went to dinner together. Our table was right across from the restaurant’s giant window, and we got a lot of strange looks. (Apparently seeing about a dozen teenagers dressed up in formal wear and chowing down on burgers and other such delicacies is not an everyday occurrence.) Somehow I managed to make it through the meal without spontaneously combusting from pure anticipation, which is quite a feat if you ask me.
After we finished eating, paying the waitress, and practicing our socialization skills, we squashed into the van and zoomed off to the dance.
It. Was. Magic.
I enjoyed every moment of it; the drinking of punch, the hysterical laughing, and the freaking out after a boys asked to slow dance. While slow dancing with a good friend of mine, he asked if I was enjoying myself. My answer: “I wish it didn't have to end."
Because, to be quite frank, it was one of the most magical nights of my life.