Proooooooom!

"Never trust a person who doesn't like dogs and theme parties."
--Bonnie Harvey

I'm sitting on my couch right now in my underwear and clenching my fists like I do when I get really excited (uh, pressing my hands together that is, not sitting in around in my underwear). I could sleep for one more hour before have to I get up, and my slight hangover suggests that this would be a good idea, but I am one kitten's ball of energy.

Prom is tonight.

Tonight.

Prom.

I am an exclamation point.

The dresses have been purchased. The girls went to Filene's Basement and scoured the racks for the ugliest dresses we could find. We did pretty well and I was able to find a prom dress that fit all my criteria:

[x] Obnoxious fake flower
[x] Glitter
[x] Tulle. Glorious tulle.

Our original plan was not an 80's prom, but the prom dresses this season were definitely an 80's throwback. My obnoxious fake flower is located at my left hip, just like my dress in 1988. G's dress is pink and black polka dots. D's dress... well D's dress is just a hot mess. And I picked it out. And when it came to choosing a theme for our prom (yes, our theme party has its own theme), there really was no choice but Back to the Future's "Enchantment Under the Sea."

If it was a fish and was for sale at Party City, it has been purchased.

Yesterday I just sat at my desk from 5 - 5:30 p.m., hollering "Prooooom!" every few minutes. This will wear on your coworkers, especially the beloved Cubicle Neighbor. The past week, anytime someone from the group has called, we've been answering the phone not with a "hello," but with a "Prooooom!"

My day today starts at noon where the big 80's hair will be acquired at the Aveda school. The word "crimped" is also being thrown around. Personally, I'm gearing towards a low, side ponytail, which has also come back this season. Afterwards, we're hitting up Lenox mall and telling the makeup counter cows to just have at it.

The night will be kicked off with our big dinner at--that's right folks--the Olive Garden. We really should have someone's mom come over and take pictures of us in Bonnie's front yard beforehand. Then we're spiking some punch, grinding to some early 90's rap, and then busting out the Guitar Hero.

Ooh, I'm squeezing my fists again just at the thought.

Proooooooom!