Dance, Dance.

So last night, for 5 hours...I was a girl. A real one so to speak, Sally and I have determined that just because one has 'girl parts' does not mean one is a girl entirely.

The day started off fairly normal. I had Tierene over from the Game Party the previous night, which, might I add was invigoratingly orgasmic. As I believe my comrade, Sally will agree.

So yes, as we were. I went to some peace thingy-watsit at City High. Rather boring and unfufilling. So we made a swift escape from that only to return Tierene to her rightful spot and find ourselves at a quilt store. Myself and The Guardian decided to detour to a pet supply store. I spent the majority of our visit looking at all the recent innovations of Equine Goodness. I miss my horse now! Meh.

Making our way home I realized. OH GEE WILIKARS! I have to go to a dance tonight! The hell set upon me as I realized the slightest clue was not mine.
I figured, what does a 'girl' do to get ready for an event such as this?
Make-up was the first thing that came to mind.

I fetched my partner in crime, Sally and we headed off to Heaven [CVS to those who are daft]. Now you see, to us CVS hold nothing but glorious products and hours of learning. Little did we know that when we were to enter through the automatic door, sleek innovative theft detectors, that our CVS experience would never be the same.

How hard can it be, I asked Sally. Feeling confident with my knowledge of my prior interweb research. I figured it would be one product, one cheap and easy price. I knew I had to find Concealer, Foundation and Powder. So I looked at Sally and asked, Where to begin as I saw the numerous aisles of facial destruction. Every brand had about 100 gazillion choices...all equal to 100 gazillion in price! I felt that nasty discouragement try to flood me. I saw hope...maybe. So I let it pass, while holding Sal's hand.

We picked up different things not sure what to make of it, this process continued for about fourty minutes of "Ohhh.....eeeeee.. ewwwy...The hell?" Finally when defeat was close at hand I reached out to one of Heaven's angels and asked her to assist us. She spoke wisdom of shades lighter and winter-time. All gibberish, but the very breakthrough to our dilemma.

So in a saving grace, Sally found it all in one product, and at a price that did not make me cringe and make the squirrel face. Way to go Sallllllly! I pick up a few items, eye-liner[my area of expertise] and some acrylic nails to add the whole look, might as well dive right in!

As we left and returned the the mothership, Susan, our fearless leader, reminded me I had an hour to get ready, panic and adreianline set in. I ran upstairs and began my process not taking anytime to savour the hot water as I usually do. Later joined my Sally and her occasional sarcastic comment as I asked rhetorical questions about 'girldom' and its purposes.

Finally it seemed hours had passed, but truely only 45 minutes had. Of course, being parental units and all, pictures had to be taken. I posed as best i could in my devil heels. I did not fall, but the threat was constant.

My carriage arrived and my fellow high-schoolers filed out to greet me. As I, they are never polished or refined. This very evening I was baffled, as I believe they were too. We set off on our journey and picked up my escort. After a stop at an ATM and a Emergency vehicle stampede to the Amway Grand, we were to eat.
We got there and started laughing the minute we entered until the minute we left, which had about 2 1/2 hour span.

On our way to the dance we bought batteries, oh hoorah.

Once at the dance we were one of the few groups there. Though, people started filing in. THe dance went on pretty uneventful with an occasional 'boogie-down' from my escort. It was fun and the reactions from my class-mates were priceless. They seem to think that i can't be a 'girl'. I guess I showed them. Stupid underestimaters. I had skills. I can be anything, they just don't know me.

My carriage brought me back to my humble abode. I could not feel my lower appendages, much less remove them from the hell that bore them all night.

Upstairs, I figured, meh, I look good. Might as well take some pictures? At least I am good at that. As you can see from my After Dance Boredom Album.

So that was my night. Eventfull and somewhat personally fufilling.


But remember you can't make a girl be a 'girl', but one can try.


-CKR