Prom '97

Sorry ladies! I'm a day late here. Last week as an absolute whirlwind (I had my all day Orientation at USF *Go Bulls!*, a Relief Society Weekday Activity to get ready for and carry out AND I had a ton of preparation for Sunday with my new calling as......Primary President! All in one week! I kid you not! Two awesome Counselors, many, many emails and one long meeting later, we were ready to face the kiddos on Sunday!)

Anyway. Enough about me now, let's talk about me then! Prom pictures, I promised and Prom pictures you will get. In fact. Here's my whole scrapbook page!

Prom was, as you can see, interesting. Not so fun then, but a super fun story to tell now! I mean, how many people end up going to Prom with their ex and spend the morning in the ER to find out you've got strep throat? Looking back, I wonder, why we just didn't say "forget it" and bag the night. Then I remember. We  were two stubborn kids. I had gotten it into my head that for some reason my high school experience wouldn't have been complete without going to Prom. I reeeeaaaalllyyyy wanted to go. And my date, bless his heart (I guilted him into taking me in the first place), worked really hard for his $ and probably was thinking, 'I paid for all of this already, so I'm taking her even if she's on her deathbed!'. Okay, who am I kidding. It actually wasn't as bad as I let on. We had a nice dinner with our friends (or, he had a nice dinner...I had Jello), we got all dolled up and we danced. What more can you ask for, right?

BTW, I hate this picture of me! I think I must've been trying to swallow or something. Strep hurts!