Here come the debutante

Saturday was my deb ball. IT WAS SO UNBELIEVABLY FUN! Like completely amazingly fun. All the girls looked a million dollars and all the boys looked mighty fine. I went all out. You just have to for a deb ball. There are only a few occations in a girls life where she gets to go al out with the white dress and everything and I was not going to miss this one in case I never get married. The dancing went pretty good. I remembered all the cues, (important when your first) and we went through the carousel and the slow-rhythm-fox-trot and the jive without much of a hitch. The cha cha wasn't so good but nobody minded. The night was magic, really, and the kind of magic that was real, not a technicality blur. I am so glad I did it. I actually think that I looked genuinely good, a very rare occurrence for me.

Now, the after party. Despite what you may here from other people, I wasn't that drunk. Okay maybe I was, but I didn't pass out. And I only though up three or four times. It wasn't so much that I drank a lot, just that I did it all in the space of about half an hour. Apparently I gave a big speech about why the chicken crossed the road, and I have some vague memories of this but that's about all. I didn't pick up anyone, but a few other people I could mention did. Dan has photos, she's spreading them around.

My photos (of a different sought to Dan's) are coming.