Alrighty, I know someone mentioned it, I think it was Jess_pom... And I so here I am starting it! YIKES!
Well, this year was the first time we at Iota Gamma got to experience the Sapphire Ball. Considering we didn't know anything about it, or what really to do, I think it went pretty well.
Well, even though the Ball went well, the day of the Ball was HORRENDOUS!!!!
First of all, I didn't have a date.
So of course I was feeling like a loser, because it seemed like all of my sisters were gonna have some fabulous guy to be with the whole night, and I was gonna be stuck by myself. (what was I thinking???)
But I was going to be alright, because I was going to dazzle my sisters and their guests with my appearance. (by the way, I'm mostly the jeans and tee shirt type of gal...) So, I pulled out my Prom dress, and took it to the place that I had it made at, to make some alterations; like take the zipper off, and put a criss-cross satin ribbon there, instead.
Everything was great... So I decided that I was going to get my hair and nails done. I had already made an appointment with my hair stylist, and was ready to go out the door, when my mom's like, "Beth, do you think you can take me with you?" Oh, yeah, my mom's in a wheelchair... So of course I take her with me. And she planned to get her hair cut, while I was getting my nails done.
So my nails are done in the color of my dress, and Candy is finally done working magic on my hair, when I realized that it's 3:45pm, and the shop that I had my dress made at closes at 4!!!! YIKES!
I call the owner, and asked her if she would be able to wait a few minutes, while I hurry over there, to pick up my dress. She told me that she would leave it next door, at the Vietnamese Restaurant (her friend owns it) and that I can pay her the next day.
*sigh of relief*
At 4:05pm, I show up to the restaurant, and ask for my dress. But wait, they have no idea what I'm talking about!!!! I explained that Vil next door advised me that she would leave my dress with the owner next door. The owner came out of the back, and once again told me that he had no idea what I was talking about.
(WTF???!!!)
I run next door, and look in the window at the dresses... Sure enough, there's mine, hanging on the wall, waiting to be picked up. And of course, there's no one inside! (she forgot to take it next door!!!)
Basically by this time I'm in tears. I'm so mad and just generally upset, that all I could do was cry.
Alrighty, so you wanna know what I ended up doing, dontcha???
Luckily, I still had my Winter Formal dress. I ended up wearing that. It's a purplish color, where as my Prom dress is a deep red color. (Just think about how bad my nails looked with that dress!)
But I did end up having a blast, and no one noticed the nails, or the bags under my eyes from crying my brains out!
One sister told me that she didn't even reconize me when I walked in... So maybe I did accomplish the "dazzle" look!
So that's my Cinderella Story... But you can guarantee that for next year's Ball, I'll be wearing that red dress, and I'll have a date!!!
LITP~Beth