The Dress

I went to the tailor on Wednesday. The dress was perfect. He made exactly what I wanted. Even the color. After "Zheige"ing (This-ing) and "Neige"ing (That-ing), I was sure I was going to end up with a fire-engine-red tube-top, with a drape attached to cover my knees. My fault, not his. My lack of language, not his lack of ability or comprehension.


So apparently I'm not able to make an appropriate face while taking a picture of the dress. But here it is.

Nothing super fancy but comfortable and exactly what I wanted. Yay!

The ball was fun-ish. It was a like a grown-up prom...which was a little strange. I go to teen-age dances several times a year but this was one of my first grown-up dances. What's interesting is that it's still the same, regardless of the age. Fancy dresses, strange dancing, loud music, lame games, an overarching them of awkwardness but adult-style.

But the food was delicious. And the high-light was getting all gussied up with my friends. It's the people that 'made' the night for me.