Oh, lord. That's tomorrow.
Anyway. Part one of three: In Which I Attend my Second Meeting.
The arrival of this meeting was sort of a downer. It was my first real day of spring break, I had just gotten my braces off, and had been at Jess's house watching adorable animated movies when I had to leave for the Princess meeting. However, this time, I attended with my mother, which made it slightly more tolerable because she's just like me when it comes to these things. We agreed that the lifestyle is not necessarily a bad thing, it's just very different for us.
So we awkwardly sat in the back, trying not to get into too much trouble together. They brought in the photographer, who informed us that we would have to make a $50 donation in order to receive our 'personalized CD of photos' which would include only photos of us and our guests and that we would be called for individual shots in the order we made our donations. (Tacky).
Then we were told we would have to come to a mutual agreement on what songs we want to play while we danced with our fathers/escorts. Apparently last year, the stellar choices were "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts, and "Today was a Fairytale" by Taylor Swift.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or vomit.
But after that, it was over, and was mostly painless once again. Then I went back to Jess's, where my adorable friends were cooking real food. So cute.
Part two of three: In Which I Get Chased by a Hawk.
I had forgotten that I needed an 8x10 head shot for them to put on some sort of board. Which is only a problem for me because I have not yet gotten my senior pictures taken. Luckily, Rachel is quite skilled with the camera, and was willing to take pictures of me, so we went out that Wednesday.
After wasting an hour at Starbucks, as is general custom, she and I found a nature trail full of nature-y things and decided to take pictures there. The only problem was that it was really, really cold even though it was almost April, and nothing was green. So there weren't many pretty places to shoot. Eventually, we traveled off the path and found this large tree that had fallen over and formed sort of an arch. So I stood by it, under it, and sat on top of it while she took some pictures.
As we were getting ready to go back to the intended trail, we heard a cawing. We looked up and saw this massive hawk circling above us. I looked at Rachel, who said, "oh, shit," and then we both started walking quickly away. It sank lower in the sky and continued to circle the area and we broke into something of a run, but I'm really unathletic, and Rachel was carrying a Nikon and Starbucks, so you can probably imagine how we looked. When we reached the path again, we looked back and saw the hawk had perched in a tree right above where we had been standing, so we pretty much hightailed it out of there.
After that, we got in the car and traveled out toward Hartville looking for a photogenic location but found nothing. We drove until we hit the next county and decided that would be a good time to turn around. We went to the local park, except then it started snowing "like a CEO" (a term that will probably never catch on quite like "like a boss") and we broke for lunch. Then we found a brick wall, and went to our old elementary school playground before calling it a day.
Part three of three: In Which I Go to the Tux Shop.
The following day, I met Zach and his mom at the tailor shop where the fathers and escorts are renting their tuxes from. We had arranged to meet at 11, but I said I'd probably be a few minutes late due to a 10:30 orthodontist appointment.
I was going to take my dress so the adorable little Greek woman, Athena, could move the straps over. What I didn't expect was to have to put the dress on there, so I was shocked when my dad told me to take everything with me - shoes, slip, bra. Everything.
We arrived at the shop at almost exactly 11. My dad and I went inside, talked to Athena and Steve for a bit and then Steve told me I needed to put on the dress. My dad, who's weird, decided he didn't want to see the dress on me, so he took off for his friend's wine shop down the street.
So I was alone in this tiny dressing room that had nothing but a shady curtain for privacy. I was the only person in the shop.
Please just...imagine this scene.
Tiny dressing room. Huge dress. Large puffy slip. Me. Literally, the dressing room was probably 3x3, with a foot stool, which meant that the dress draped itself OVER the foot stool and thusly jutted out about two feet into the dressing room, leaving me with about a foot of space to move around in.
This is hard work in ample amount of space. It was damn near impossible in this postage stamp sized space.
I somehow managed to successfully get into my dress AND shoes and almost zip myself up entirely relatively quickly. Athena put me up on the pedestal to mark the hem and had me back in the dressing room in ten minutes. I was back out of my dress and all its complicated undergarments before Zachary and his mother even got there.
However, getting everything back in its rightful place proved more difficult than I believed. I couldn't, for the life of me, get the slip back into its comically small bag. Once I was decently dressed, I popped out of the dressing room, flushed and exhausted, running almost directly into Zach's mom.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I said.
"You look disheveled."
I did. I was a hot mess.
While Zach was getting measured for his tux, she and I managed to cram the ridiculous slip back into its bag, and I discovered I somehow lost a sock in the process of undressing/dressing/undressing/dressing (WTF?).
He was measured in about five minutes, and we were done. Steve later found the sock in the confines of the pickups in my dress.
I'm just still so confused as to how I ended up having the hard part of that situation.
But then we went out to lunch. It turned out well.
Sorry this is so long. It just worked out better this way. Next will be newspaper photoshoot day and after that will be tea.
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