GRAD NIGHT! Scarlette O'Hara dresses overload...

[beandelphiki]

5:07 pm: I am at my grandparents, b/c they're coming to the banquet. I received a spiffy new watch as a grad present from them (although I think it is a woman's watch, but they gave me the receipt so I can exchange) and the booklet for driving, so I can get my learners. Not for another 3 years, tho, graduated licenses go thru in June. :( I didn't know I was getting a grad present! :)

5:45 pm: My grandmother called me by my birth name. I swiftly corrected her, and got yelled at by mom for it, 'cuz it was ruuude. :( I thought it was rude to not apologize for getting someone's name wrong.

5:55 pm: We get briefly lost at the Telus Convention Center, trying to find the reception area.

5:59 pm: At the reception - my grandparents and P.U.'s graciously disappear for a while. A couple of people tell me I look "sharp" in my suit (blue shirt, black tie - changed the color combo for the evening!), and Fae tells me I look "classic." She is GORGEOUS, in a pink dress w/ a pink...uh...floaty trail thingie...that goes around her neck...y'know. Her hair is great, in real loose ringlets w/ little shimmery butterflies in it - their wings bounce, so cool. :)

6:10 pm: Fae needs a smoke, so we go outside together. It is very cold, so I (of course) do the gentlemanly thing and lend her my suit coat to keep warm. (This means I freeze, of course, but anything...for a lady. :P) Clark shows up, in a three-piece suit - the vest is a kind of shimmery burgundy color, verily cool. I tell HIM he looks sharp. He's got roses for all the girls - why does he always think of things like that while the rest of us chumps just stand there looking stupid?

6:20 pm: A white stretch limo pulls up...the door opens...rap music blasts...and Matt Deprose and M.J. what's-his-face literally JUMP out, with little flourishes. M.J is in a white tux w/ a black shirt and vest, Matt the reverse. Both have matching top hats and canes...it is an unbelievable entrance, too bad only us three saw it. XD It looked like the beginning of a hip-hop music video, seriously, all they needed were the sluts...

6:30 pm: I am considering the variety of dresses I am seeing...sleek, sexy body-huggers; poofy prom gowns; attempts - some successful, some not - at sophistication; whimsical hippy/Victorian/Shakespearean dresses....Wow. My grandmother comments later that there seems to be no dress code. (In fact, one girl showed up in a sweater and khakis.) Body glitter seems to rule the night, as does exquisitely made-up hair-dos that took 4 hours in a salon, obviously. I realize - to my surprise - I am experiencing some low-level jealousy. I am myself in a suit - I usually hated wearing dresses - but you couldn't say the girls have a "attack of the clones" effect goin' on.

I hate to get gossipy, but someone needs to say it: The WORST dress of the evening, modeled by the girl who told me in P.E. class once that nobody likes me, was a hot pink-ish color, with a poofy skirt made out of that tutu material, and covered in cheap glitter. Went well with the cheap glitter on her face, and the cheap perm, as well. Strapless dresses should NOT be worn by those who hold them up w/ an excess of something other than boob.

Okay, I'm finished. Mmmm. ;)

6:45 pm: Went down to dinner. Donna tells me I look sharp, as well, and her older sister compliments her ability to compliment me w/o saying I'm pretty, or cute, etc. Weird. We all hang.

7:00 pm. Dinner was supposed to start. It has not. A procesion is sort of being organized...boy grads in that line, girl grads in that line. I stand in the boy's line and refuse to move. I end up coming out to half the guys in my graduating class. Strangely enough, Kyle Braun, one of the biggest homophobes I know, outwardly takes it the best, and even claims to know what transgenderism is. Huh.

7:20 pm: Procession into the dining hall. Identical boys beside the vibrant girls. I get that clone feeling again.

7:25-9:30 pm: Dinner, blah blah. Not bad. Passion fruit dessert is excellent. Since the tables seat eight, and our party is only five, we end up sitting with Zach Williams and (I assume) his parents. They are shy, and don't say much for the first half of dinner. My parents, embarrassingly enough, are not shy. There is some talk about farmers (WTF?) and I can't say I blame the others for keeping quiet. Everone is loose by the end of the night, tho. My father refers to me as a "she" and when I lift my eyebrows, he says, "Whatever," VERY dismissively. This ruins the main course. :( Everyone runs in between courses to get numerous piccies. :)

9:30 - 10:00 pm: Speeches, and the playing of the grad video. I know for a fact a number of my friends were filmed, but few got in. I was in there ONCE. I think the damn thing is 20 minutes long. --_-- But I ordered a copy for the footage of Kevin (R.I.P) and his video "Multi", enclosed. The speeches from the students are amazing - the ones from the teachers include the usual bunch of BS about various birds like eagles (and ravens, oddly enough.)

10:00 pm. Parents leave, dance commences. Fae told me she'd dance w/ me, but we only ended up jiving, b/c there were not enough slow dances, otherwise I'd have surely asked her. :(
I also jived w/ Nicole, and slow-danced w/ Donna and Tobey. This was not exactly my idea - not that I think it's a bad idea! But when the slow dances started, and Fae grabbed Derek (duh), I just stood to the side. Until Kendall informed me, "Y'know, Danny, you could ask one of these fine ladies to dance." *sighs* That's Kendall.

11:45 pm: Leaving for Donna's. The slow dance music starts. --_--

1:00 am: PAAAAARTY TIIIME! Well, not really. We watched Maverick, and everyone kinda dropped of (like flies) all the way thru. I was last to bed of course, as always.

4:00 am: Zzzzzz. Finally.

The rest can save. Whew! *shakes sore typing hands*

Comments

[astres.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a great time! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

That hip-hop video thing was hilarious, lolz.

Hot-pink-dress-girl sounds like a total slut --_--' I have met similar people. She deserves the worse dress award, lolz ;)

You dad doesn't sound like the nicest guy :( At least he didn't call you "it" like I have seen you talk about in previous posts...:( *hugs*

You must have had a blast thought ;)

[katlefiya.livejournal.com]

Who was the horrible person in the worst dress?

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

I couldn't remember her name. --_-- But I will point her out, if I see her.