Prom is Saturday. I am freaking out. I'm legitimately doing the whole "prom" thing. To be honest, I only hoped, but didn't actually think, I would be when it came to this time. It's the sad truth and I am still in disbelief that all these ducks have lined up in a little row. I got my surgery and have a rockin' bod for my gorgeous dress, got asked by a great guy/friend, get to be "treated" (aka he pays), and dance/party it up with all my best friends my senior year. I am stoked.
The plan, as far as I know ('cause they're still figuring things out -- haha), is to go on a "super date" that includes mini-golfing, Jump Street, which is a huge warehouse with 16,000 square feet of trampoline lining the floor and walls, and then pictures, dinner in Scottsdale, and the dance at Falcon Fields Air Force Museum. Yeah? I think so.
You can bet that I will be posting pictures & lots of 'em. (:
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