Prom brings thoughts of tacky up-dos, poof bomb sparkle dresses, and for many a hopeful high school senior, the dream that it'll be "the best night of your life." Here at Memorial, our expectations aren't quite as high seeing that for many of us, we've been to a double-digit amount of formals in our lifetime. Nevertheless, there is something unique about going to your senior prom. It's celebrating the past four years with your grade solely; it's celebrating the end. And while this fact sunk in with some more than others, it remains true that everyone remembers their high school prom, the friends they spent it with, what dress they wore and most importantly--how late they stayed up. This is a long one. Brace yourselves.
My mom--being the flower connoisseur she is--usually appreciates the flowers from my dates more than I do. But even I recognized how gorgeous this bouquet was. William said his mom gave him permission to go all out for prom.
A few months back, the senior class voted on our prom theme. The options included Mardi Gras, Masquerade, Hollywood, and Las Vegas. I was pullin' for masquerade big time. And no, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Gossip Girl has had two episodes featuring a masquerade ball and it looked totally chic to me. Not at all.
Us four girls got ready at Lexi's and had our dates pick us up here for a brief photo shoot before we entered the madness of our groups (more on that later). I picked up masks for all of us earlier that day in honor of the theme.
The boys--Tyler, Brad and William
Me and my daddy!
Here's the madness I was talking about. Nothing has changed since freshman homecoming. The parents make us get in a huge line of boys and girls with our dates as they snap away. Flash frenzy we call it. It really feels like you're a celebrity. Your jaw is about to break in half. And the whole time you know that you will be the size of a chocolate chip (if you're lucky) when this is printed and that the picture will be entirely useless. Alas, we obey our parents wishes and line up like little sergeants and slap that smile across our faces like we like it. Until one of us (usually me) breaks out of the cluster. Or else...they. never. stop.
Our friend Kyle hosted our picture and dinner affair. His house is in a neighborhood that has a small lake, and he conveniently lives right on it. So, he and Alan decided it was the perfect occasion for a little canoeing trip in their tuxedos.
The three besties with their handsome dates
Some of the 2010-2011 MHS cheer squad reunited. Stangs out. Party time. That's become the class of 2011 motto.
Kyle's family hosted a dinner in their basketball gym with catered Italian food and cake balls for dessert (they're totally the cupcakes of 2011, sups trendy...and delicious to boot)
There were framed pictures of all the guys as little boys as the table centerpieces. We had to play a little guessing game of who's who. Marshall here was a toughie since we would've never guessed he'd be that cute as a youngin'...and a blondie!
As a generous party favor, the girls got to take home these frames. The parents weren't messin' around for this dance. I think they were more excited than we were.
Me and my bestie. Can you tell who's who under those masks? We get confused often, so don't be too hard on yourself. You can get a glimpse of the sunburn on my back in this picture. No, I wasn't aiming for my skin color to match my fire-engine red dress. Here's the back story (no pun intended)...
My good friend, Hayley, hosted a graduation luncheon that afternoon at the Houston Racquet Club. We got our nails done by the pool and I happened to put my back right in the sun with my exposed back romper (or Lexi's rather). But I guess too much Memorial pride never hurt anyone?
Yes, believe it or not, we did eventually go to a dance. It was at the Hotel Sorella in City Centre this year.
After we danced the night away until the clock struck midnight, we went back to Kyle's to change into our comfies and the night continued at Dave and Busters until 5 AM! It's a Memorial tradition. They have games, munchies (my personal favorite part, "lol i'm always hungry"--that's for you Lex), and even bowling as you see MC, Caro, and Lex watching here.
And if prom wasn't already a big enough celebration, Mr. Bradley Strake turned into an adult that night too! His birthday was that Sunday, so we got to ring it in with him at midnight. Caroline brought us all festive gear to wear in honor of him. And look how I sneakily snuck into this pic of them!
My parents were even at the after party until three. They're really young at heart. They worked the money machine--where you stand in a booth while money flies all around you and you catch as much as you can in about 30 seconds. I only got $23 dollars but some pros got up to $140. At 4 they started a raffle giving out everything from GPS systems to lap tops to flat screen TVs to $2011 cash. Unfortunately, I came home empty handed. So finally... it was time to head home. Well, for most people anyway. Leave it to my group to extend the night even further. We went to a 24-hour iHop to eat breakfast (wait are they all 24 hours? whatever) and then went to some local baseball fields to watch the sun come out. It was some people's first true all-nighter.
So even though this wasn't my first time getting all dressed up, getting my hair done, or going to a formal with a date, it was equally as memorable as the typical prom because it was my last high school dance. And I was with all my best friends staying up all night never wanting all this fun to end. We're on the brink of so much change. It seems like someone's pushing the fast-forward button right now as it's all flashing before my eyes, but I'm enjoying every minute. And trying to keep up with it all on here. But it's 1 AM and I have 2 tests that I have yet to study for, so goodnight!