Sunday, May 11, 2008


The Ball is the BIG thing in the Girl's College senior year. You gotta go. You gotta go with a bloke, if you have one. If you don't, you take your bestie.

Your parents are expected to hand out huge amounts of resources (read:money) to buy the flashest ball dress so you don't look like a twat, even if the dress is a dreadful fashion mistake and you look like a twat anyway. Or an orange bag of spuds cos the dressmaker fucked up and it was too late to get anything else.

Or you can do it this way

and look a million bucks.

Last night was the Ball

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