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June 21, 2011

If your prom dress could talk, what would it say?

My prom dress would say...

I knew we'd be fast friends when you tried me on.

I was ready to slap your boyfriend when he told you he couldn't attend half the night's festivities. Lifeguard training, really?

I take that back. I hated he left the news on your answering machine because he was too chicken to say it in person.

I love that you paired us with Chinese Laundry shoes and put chopsticks in your hair.

I wasn't happy when you had to get in that tiny car with your girlfriends because your boyfriend couldn't drive you there.

I was really unhappy when you ripped me getting into the car. Twice.

Don't blame me. You picked me, knowing I had a dangerous slit up the front.

You put safety pins in me, at the suggestion of others, when you arrived.

You quickly realized how dumb this was and threw caution to the wind.

Literally, there was wind. That's how ridiculous the slit had become.

You rocked that slit like nobody's business though.



Seriously, you had awesome legs.

Anyway, you rocked the place. Everyone noticed.

And not just because you were this close to flashing your girly bits.

You looked awesome. We looked awesome.

You had dinner. You took pictures with your friends.



Eventually, that man of yours showed up.

You met him in the parking lot.

His tux was fly.

His hair was slicked back.

You smiled so big I thought your face was going to crack.

I'm glad it didn't. That wouldn't have been pretty.



You forgot all about the unnecessary lifeguard training that kept him away.

He put your corsage on and escorted you inside.

He was proud. I could tell.

The two of you danced and danced and danced some more.

I know your feet hurt.

Those were, what, six inch heels?

I don't know how you did it.

I remember you got really excited when the DJ played Brass Monkey at your request.

I never understood that. But, what can I say? I'm just a dress.



There may have been line dancing, but I won't tell if you don't tell.

When prom was over, you drove around for a bit.

If memory serves me, you stopped for water at a gas station.

You kids sure were thirsty.

You stopped by a couple after parties, but didn't stay long.

The two of you talked in the car for a while then he took you home.

Your parents cracked a few jokes at my expense.

You ripped your dress getting into the car? Yeah, right!

Overall, it was a great experience.

And you stayed a virgin on prom night.

Way to go!



Last, but not least, thanks for keeping me.

With a little needle and thread, I'll be good as new.

Maybe Little Bit can wear me one day.

I promise I'll take good care of her too.

14 comments

Girl of The Grove said...

Awww..that's a cute story your dress told : ) That dress was a lot hotter than mine. lol

Meghan said...

You rocked it, girl! And I love that you requested "Brass Monkey". This post takes me back!

tara said...

Dang girl, those are some hot legs!!

RobzSinger said...

haha! great post. you did have great legs, probably still do.

i had the red sequence kicking, with the sexy back and slit in the front. i still won't let my parents part with it, much to their dismay.

you never know--it may come back in style...and i may be a size 6 again. lol. now that's funny.

PeaceLoveApplesauce said...

I can't believe you still have your prom dress!! I have no idea what happened to mine.

Also, you still do have great legs!

Ed said...

The only good prom dress is the one that ends the night on the floor.

You did look hot though.

Cathy said...

I am not even lying to you, but Brass Monkey is on the radio right now. I'm dead serious. Totally weird.

In other news, you were smokin! My dress was yellow (no surprise there) and one of my cousins borrowed it two years after I wore it, so I took that as a huge compliment.

I love that you kept yours! Mine may be at my parents house? Not sure.

Christina said...

This was awesome! I can't believe you kept your dress. I sold all my formal dresses in a garage sale. When we went out to dinner a few weeks ago, a bunch of prom goers were there and I swear the 90s are back. Three of them were wearing dresses very similar to what I wore/would have worn.

I didn't go to my senior prom. My bf broke up with me two weeks before. Boo.

Michelle Hoad said...

I choose to not remember my senior prom. I went with the person who is now my ex husband. And I refuse to say if I remained a virgin or not. Oh hell, I wasn't one to begin with.

Candice said...

Love it!!!

Kristin said...

Dude...Your dress was SO much better than mine! Bright red sequins...need I say more?

Kelly @ Dare to be Domestic said...

I LOVED THIS! It made me weepy eyed at the last part about Little Bit! I believe I still have my prom dress at my father's house but there is a horrible stain on it from storage [it was white]. What a great way to remember your prom. I love it and you looked awesome! xo

Julie Kinnear said...

Aww, what a lovely little story, I have a huge smile on my face right now. This was amazing to read, really. I can't help but wonder about my own prom dress and how upset it probably is I didn't keep it.

Judith @ Creating Balance said...

Ok---do you not have another picture of me and you?? What the hell was I saying?