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grandma danced the minuet8:36 p.m. - 2002-04-22
A word of advice, children: be sure to exercise great caution when attempting to get out of a limousine whilst wearing Very High heels and a long skirt slit practically up to the hips on both sides (hey, I foresaw bad things, but I liked the dress, so I tried stitching and stapling; neither one held well). You'll look like a trollop and feel like a dunce and probably end up catching one Very High heel in your flapping skirt and stumbling before you're even on your feet and accidentally kick the bloke in front of you. Either that or you'll conk your carefully sprayed head on the limo door and lose a pretty barette. Or something. Point is, going in style requires more effort than meets the eye and I'm quite glad I don't do it frequently.Prom, once I finally made it there intact, was interesting. The first couple I saw was Ramses and Bly, candidates for the Duck Tape Stuck At Prom Scholarship. It was hard not to see them. She was taped from head to foot, flower to fan, and he was in a three-piece suit. And they looked marvelous, more so than most others. An enviable talent, that. In a nutshell, I was social, more or less, and have now fulfilled one more unofficial high school obligation. And more has happened, aside from the silk-draped mess, which I can't ramble about now as I'm in the midst of a document-quest for History. Time to finish it up, then... Busy week, this one. Adieu.
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