Prom Pix!

Fiiiinnnaaallllyyyy, some pictures from my epic (if I do say so myself) 80's prom birthday party a couple weeks ago.

My friend Laila and I (our birthdays are days apart) rented an auditorium in an old high school and threw a joint bash complete with punch, rice krispie treats, and awkward grinding to the Eurythmics. We even pulled a Diebold and handed the prom queen election to ourselves. Those fleeting hours wearing a plastic tiara were, by far, the best of my life.

Disclaimer: By being friends with me, you forfeit your right to privacy. Plus you all look hot so don't complain. Thank you.

My friend Katelyn and me. As I mentioned briefly in a previous post, my persona was "insecure Madonna worshipper," so I went with a tight sequin dress, red tights, a black tuxedo jacket with the sleeves rolled up, a pile of religious necklaces, and some seriously augmented eyebrows that didn't come off for two days. Totally. worth. it.

Left to right: DJ's hott date Jenny, Prom Queen Laila, Prom Queen Winona.

Yes, my boyfriend is this cool. Sidenote: Basically every morning, he has a violent fit about how much he hates his hair, repeatedly whacking himself in the head with a comb and yelling, "It wants to be 80's so bad! I'm tired of fighting it!" So this party worked out well for him.

Based on Laila's pose, I'm assuming this one was taken during "Walk Like an Egyptian."

Here my boyfriend and I illustrate a dance made famous by a kid who rode my bus in 8th grade and is now in jail for attempted murder. It is called the shopping cart, and here's a brief step-by-step so you can practice and, ideally, perform it at your wedding:

1. Walk in a straight line with hands out in front of you, as if you are pushing a shopping cart.
2. Stop every few feet, look to the side thoughtfully.
3. Raise your hand to meet your gaze and mime taking a can off a grocery store shelf.
4. Inspect the imaginary can's ingredients (see my boyfriend's pose above for reference) and look at the imaginary price tag. Put some effort into this step, work it, think about it--Do you really need another can of hominy? Could you get a better deal at Costco?
5. Either put the imaginary can back on the imaginary shelf, or enthusiastically toss it into your imaginary shopping cart.
6. Continue walking, repeating steps 1-5.
Note: Music is optional.

A highlight of the night was definitely the dance line (or whatever the hell you call it), when all of the guests formed two lines (it happened surprisingly spontaneously) and clapped while each person rocked some sweet solo moves down the middle. On a related note, does anyone know if it's possible to end one of these un-awkwardly?

Alec and Henry brought sexy back. Way back.

Alcohol was not allowed in the venue (yes, it was that authentic), so some of my besties got to live out their childhood dream of drinkin' in the boys' room. I'm glad I could grant them such joy.

Some photobooth gems:

Bad girls.

My friends Scott and Kelly arrived and proudly announced that they were "sexually active seventh graders." My love for them grew by a thousand percent.

My friend Meg heard it was an 80's party and decided to go as a TI-83 calculator. Lindsay pushes her buttons.

Meg's husband was a Macintosh. I have the coolest friends ever.

My goal was to look as awkward as possible for the whole night. I think it worked too well.

p.s. Rachy we missed you!!