London Is Calling

Sunday, February 05, 2006 @8:53 PM

You gals going to a pageant?

Shit.

Prom sucked big time. I spent all the that money. What a waste.

I thought that I'd at least be able to crazy dance to something decent like Fall Out Boy's Dance Dance, or Smells Like Teen Spirit. But of course not. They played so many stupid hiphop songs (the worst!!) and so many mushy slow songs. They weren't even considerate to the stags. They played like more than five slow songs after they crowned prom queen.

I have nothing to say about the winners.

Our prom was super lame. If it wasn't for Marianne and Astrid, I wouldn't have enjoyed at all. We were just laughing all the time...and checking out that hot Brazilian guy (who was a judge for the competition). Damn.

Shit shit. I have to talk about this embarassing moment we had while we were on the elevators going up to our room. There were these two American guys. One of them asked us, "You gals going to a pageant?" Imagine it in a Texan accent...that's what it was. We were shrinking in embarassment. I didn't even wanna look at them. Why were we asked to wear that big stupid number on our dress? Shit.

After the prom we went out for coffee. We drove to Starbucks which was sort of a long way from the hotel (turns out there's a Starbucks in Greenbelt 3 just near the hotel)...we got coffee, then our ride left us. So we had to walk back to the hotel. My friends were wearing clothes for clubbing...and if it wasn't for my super casual clothes (hey they said we were just going out for coffee), people would have probably mistaken us for hookers. Haha.

Pics next time.