Prom: Reluctant attendee ends up enjoying affair

Screen Shot 2014-05-05 at 2.35.40 PMMany stores, phone calls, dresses and plans ago, I was stuck. Stuck deciding whether or not to go to prom. Well as you can clearly tell, I decided to go. Prom for me was never really a big deal; I never saw it as something to completely freak out about. But ever since I was a freshman, naturally its been in the back of my mind. Its one time of the year when I could feel absolutely stunning and not even feel bad about it.


In my opinion, prom should be for every girl, a night when all of her childhood dreams come true, and in most cases thats exactly what happens.


When I finally decided that I, Fayth Logan, would be attending prom it was Valentine’s Day weekend. I spent it single, down in the dumps, with a couple of friends, who saw it the same way that I did. We planned that weekend, to go shopping to look at a few dresses for prom, just in case we decided to go.



Store after store, the dresses became more enticing, more beautiful, and more me. I tried on at least sixty dresses, one after the other. At this point not even knowing why. I finally found the one. A short midnight blue and sea green dress. Beautiful. When I first saw the dress, I had no intention of getting it, sort of like a joke. The moment I slipped it on, I knew, one: This was my dress, and I wasn’t walking without it. And two: I was going to prom.

I called my mom and told her the news, she of course was the happiest that she could have been. Coming home knowing that I had to go, I had the dress, was easy.


The date on the other hand, not so much. I’ve been best friends with this guy, Chris Holmes, for just about an eternity. We knew everything about each other, down to the very last detail. Chris asked me in the simplest way possible, he came over to my house, after I got home that evening. I was washing dishes and he simply slid the question by me. I didn’t even know how to respond actually, a simple answer, was all that I could give, ‘maybe.’

When Saturday rolled around I spent about an hour watching my friends get their hair done, and then finally it was my turn. I only took about 45 minutes to do my hair because luckily there isn’t much that you can’t do with it.

We had an appointment at one later on that afternoon, for a place called Merle Norman, to get our makeup done and be ready on time. An hour or so later we were done. All we had to do was take a thousand pictures, have dinner, and make our away back to school. We went to Docs Grill for dinner, we half expected to be there for hours, when in all reality we, were only there for about an hour or so. I haven’t seen my best friend in months, I hadn’t even talked to her recently, when she texted me out of the blue asking to meetup with me for picture and dinner. Naturally, I was stoked. We took pictures and had the best time together,  just like normal. My night was just beginning, and it was already just about perfect.

Thousands of pictures, and places later we decided that it was time to escape the flashing phones, cameras and teary-eyed mothers.


As cliche’ as it sounded we were about to dance the night away. Walking down the red carpet, surrounded by, flashing lights, antique cars, men on stilts, and dancers on huge cinder blocks, I can honestly say that I, felt a part of a Gatsby party. I bought my tickets and walked through the doors, immediately hit by the bumping music the raging lights and the hum of everyone in the room. Hours and hours later, I couldn’t stand any longer. Having already ditched my heels, taking even more pictures, and dancing for five hours straight, only stopping to barely breathe, I figured that it was just about time to leave.

The prizes were given out, and everyone headed out to their cars, ready to get the party started, or find the familiar feel of the bed. My night was beyond perfect, I couldn’t even imagine it being any better, words can’t even explain how much fun prom really is. Now I only have to wait until next year, because senior prom, here I come.

 

 

 

 

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