Last Thursday I drove nearly 700 miles through 2 countries and 4 states in an overstuffed car with my mother. There's no question that I love my mom, and I even really like her most of the time. But 13 hours sitting next to each other made me thankful that I'm only home about 5 weeks a year. It's not that hard to be like the Gilmore Girls when 97% of your relationship is conducted through phone and e-mail, and I give major credit to anyone who lives at home and still has their sanity.
But since we've been home, mom and I have fallen into a very nice routine, and we're getting along fine. We drop everything at 4 to watch Oprah and laugh about her new and inventive ways to hide her weight gain each episode. She yells at me about my beauty products taking over the house and I pretend to care. And three times a week we go to water aerobics. I thought it would be kind of funny and ironic to replace my treadmill workout with a water aerobics class, sculling along with the gray-haired ladies in their floral, skirted suits. I safely bet on the fact that I'd be thinner than everyone else in the pool (I think this is why my mom previously started doing it, as she's the youngest in the class by 15 years and before me, the skinniest) and let me tell you, working out around people who are way older and fatter than you can do wonders for your self-esteem.
But my newfound love for water aerobics is not the only exciting thing that's happened since I got home. My sister Ellie, who I lovingly refer to as Smell (as in Smelly Ellie... I was a mean big sister) had her senior prom last Saturday.
For me and my high school dance-loving self, prom was one of the most anticipated events of my high school career. I think I bought my dress (the story of which I told in this post) a good 3 months in advance, and I booked hair, makeup and limousine appointments before most other people had dates (I realize now that this type of behavior qualifies me for starring in the documentary When Type A's Attack!). To make a long story short, prom was a very big deal to me, and I would discourage others from treating it this way because even though it was a nice, fun night with friends, it certainly wasn't the greatest day of my life.
My sister, on the other hand, forgot about prom until a couple of weeks before the dance. She told me that all the girls in her group were planning on wearing short dresses (her thought: "it's great, we'll be able to dance easily," my thought: "the horror! this is prom! the next time you'll get to wear a long, formal dress will be your wedding day!") and I helped her pick out a beautiful blue chiffon dress from BCBG. She was able to get a hair appointment last minute, and was planning on just asking the stylist to straighten her hair, but luckily they were able to convince her to go just a tad more formal with a 60's style half-up, half-down do.
With a couple hours to go before the dance, she realized 2 things. First, she needed to do her makeup, and second, she'd forgotten to shave her armpits and legs. So what did she do? She pulled up her dress, slathered on some shaving cream and stood in the tub and shaved. I just about died. Then she asked me to do her makeup (as I've mentioned many times, not one of my specialties) but it actually turned out quite nice. She did end up with DiorShow everywhere, but it was nothing a little Q-tip dipped in makeup remover couldn't fix. Her equally laid back best friend Tori stopped by a few minutes later and had me do her makeup as well, which also turned out great. Perhaps there is hope for my poor makeup application skills after all.
We went to Ellie's friend's house to meet her date and take pictures of their group and let me tell you, if I could do a best and worst dressed list for these 22 high school prom-goers, I would. There was a whole lot of ugly in that limo. Since my mom doesn't indulge with gossip, I frantically searched around for someone to make catty remarks with, and found that my aunt was game. In both of our completely unbiased opinions, we agreed that my sister was the best dressed of the night, and I was so proud of her and her budding sense of style that I thought I'd share a few pictures from the night with you guys.