Prom Night 2012

I promise these are my pajamas and not my regular clothes. Please don't shun me blogosphere!

American schools have this crazy tradition each year for the upperclassmen, Seniors and Juniors, called Prom. A night of magic, lights and dancing.  A night where girls dress up like Cinderella, but are allowed to stay past midnight.  

But before you go to Prom, you must be asked.

So, my friend, Lisa, and I were sitting in my room watching Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. A movie that is so bad it's good. Also, it's British.  When suddenly my father opens the door to my room and says "Annika...get up...there's something at the door...for you..."  You see, it was one in the morning, and I was quite hungry, so I immediately assumed that my parents had ordered pizza for us.  But, instead of a pizza guy holding a pepperoni pizza with chili flakes, there is a single candle sitting at my front door. I look to my right and there is another candle. And another. And, sure enough, there was a trail of candles leading down my driveway, through my front gate, and down a hill to a field, where my best friend, Alistair, was standing.  Behind him was the word, "PROM?" written in big candle letters.

I was rather disappointed to see he didn't have pizza, but obviously I said, "Yes."

Holly and David.    Me and Alistair.    Lorraine and Chris.

Holly, Me, and Lorraine.

David, Alistair, and Chris.

Angela.

Chelsea and Me.

Dress - Sherri Hill // Bracelets - J. Crew // Ring - Mother

Prom Night was everything I expected it to be and more.  I got ready with one of my closest friends, Lorraine.  Then was picked up by both her date, Chris, and mine, Alistair, to meet some other friends for dinner at La Fondue.
After delicious cheese and chocolate fondue, we drove to the St. Regis and danced the night away.

One word to describe this fairytale night?
Priceless.

love,
Annika