At 2 or so, my dad drove me to Creative Nails and Spa, my uncle Richson's nail salon (ALL Vietnamese people do nails- I have like 4 aunts and uncles who do nails). I haven't been there in MONTHS. Haven't been there since the summertime, when I worked there. They redecorated, so it looks so frickin' nice. It used to be like white or something, plain, a bit messy, but now it's like this melon-orange color, with a tropical kind of theme, a new sign outside, a couple wallpaper things with tropical scenes on it, and these box-like frame things that make cool pictures on the wall. My uncle did well. My aunt, Richson's wife, doesn't like my family. She got beef. I was gonna get my nails done, and I was planning on getting it for free because Uncle Richson is family, and family members are supposed to get 100 percent family discounts, right? But my mommy didn't want his wife to be all "Ohhhh, they're so poor they can't afford to pay for their daughter to get her nails done, blah blah blah" (She is always complaining about us- especially me and Dialena. SHE'S the reason we got fired), so my mom gave me like 40 dollars to get a full set, which is basically, they put fake, white tips on your nails and then puts this gel thing over it. My nails look maddd sexy. Dialena and her friend, Linda, who was going to Prom with Kunthea, stopped by also, and we all got our nails done. I tried to pay my uncle but he was all "I don't need your money" and "Nooo, you keep it." When he went outside to smoke, I put it in his drawer. He deserves it. That man works MADD hard and he's so good at what he does. That's why everyone's always requesting him.
We went back to my house (me and Dialena) and I put on Sex and the City, and we watched it while she started curling every single inch of my hair. Dialena is very good with hair. We almost ran out of time; we were planning on going to this Rose Garden thing to take pictures, and Dialena had to get dressed, too. Her date was Phi. Me and her had agreed on a style a couple days before, and she did it nicely- she let a couple loose strands around my face, my bangs straight, and all the rest of my hair tied on the right side. My mom later added this beautiful butterfly clip in my hair to hold some of my bangs out of my face. I got dressed- my dress was white with like a silver sash around the middle. Simple. I wore white flats because I can't walk in heels and luckily, Roberto is pretty short and I didn't want to be taller than him. I hadn't planned on wearing makeup, but my mom literally had to wrestle it on me; I was pouting and half-sobbing the entire time. But in the end, my face looked clearer, my mascara kept smearing, but I managed, and I looked ....well, pretty, actually. Which is something you don't hear from me often.
Sokha dropped Phi and Roberto off at my house, and they had to come in and put our corsages on and take pictures and stuff. They both looked SO nice. When I saw Roberto walk up towards my house, I was surprised. I hadn't thought he would look THAT good. And I'm not just saying all of this because I adore him, but he really looked insanely good. INSANELY GOOD in his clean black tuxedo, with a silver vest and tie. My corsage was so pretty, but I had a hard time putting on his bouttanniere thing so my mom tried to help- even my dad. We managed to get it on (correctly, or incorrectly, I'm not sure).
Dialena was wearing a black dress, with a light blue sash. Her and Phi didn't match (blue is a hard color to match- he was wearing a navy-blueish shirt with his tux, she made him go home and change). She wore heels and her hair was mad asian and simple. HA. I looked better. But we all looked nice, I guess.
After taking pictures, we went to Sokha's house, took photos, and finally we piled into two cars- Linda, Dialena, and Jeanie in one car, and the boys- Roberto, Tony (Kunthea invited him for no good reason), Phi and Kunthea, and went to the garden thing and took pictures, and then we went to the prom.
IT WAS CRAZY downtown by the Landmark Theater. The Landmark Theater was all aglow with lights and a sign that read: Nottingham Senior Prom, Class of 09... It was beautiful. There was the hugest crowd all around the place, HUNDREDS of people simply there to watch us go in. We had to get in line as couples, and then take pictures with 3 different cameras, as people stared and cheered. It made us all feel like celebrities.
Everyone was so beautiful. EVERYONE MATCHED! Like SO WELL! With their couples, I mean. There were a few people who didn't look great, but overall, everyone looked beautiful. Like, I mean it. It was just nice watching them.
Dancing was nonexistant, almost. There were a few people who danced. The music was all like gangster rap and stuff like "Knock You Down" and shit. I danced once with Roberto, a slow dance, which lasted for a minute after they announced Prom King - Nelson, no suprise, I don't know him, but everyone seems to adore him- and Prom Queen- Leondra.
There was a section where you could go and take a professional picture taken, and buy it. I bought one with the money my mom gave me specifically to buy it. The camera guy showed me the correct way to put on a bouttanniere.
Me and Roberto mostly sat on the staircase on the lower floor. Not a lot of people came down there, and whoever did just came down there to be in quietness, and relax. Me and him talked and kissed and talked and kissed. And then we left. Roberto went to the AfterProm with everyone else. I didn't feel like going, I was tired, so my grandpa came and picked me up. And that was that, end of Prom.
The Landmark Theater is so beautiful, a good place for a prom. Getting ready for the prom, and entering the prom with all the chaos and cameras and stuff were my favorite parts of the prom. I guess I didn't enjoy it as much because it wasn't MY prom. I didn't go to school with these kids for the past 4 years. I'm positive my own prom will be out of this world. I'm more excited about it now that I got a glimpse of what it's like.
Note: This entry was more for my benefit, so I'll always have it to look back on. I'm sorry it's not entirely entertaining. It wasn't meant to be.