A couple of weeks ago, my mom knocked on my door and said, "There's going to be a clothing drive this weekend." To which I said: "Exxxxxcellent" and proceeded to fill four garbage bags with clothing and shoes I no longer wear so I can go shopping for "adult clothing" with Estelle and have somewhere to put the new stuff. (Because, let's be real, I'm never not going to have too much clothing.)
Anyway, as I purged, I stumbled upon my prom dress (which I posted to Twitter because, well, why not?).
Please note: Those are not straps but those strings you use to hang strapless dresses with.
Finding my prom dress took me back.
Now, I bet you're waiting for me to gush about how much I loved high school and how many awesome friends I had, but I'm not. I hated high school and I never, ever want to go back. I'm good friends with maybe 2 or 3 people from the period of my life. It just wasn't a good time.
So you can imagine how little I wanted to go to prom. Especially since said prom was at a night club.
A. Night. Club.