Where to begin? The beginning, I guess. I woke up early, we're talking 6:30 early, to go running so I could shower before my brothers friends came over. And then my favorite mother and I went to the place where we rented my dress from and picked it up. Then it was time to frantically clean before everyone came over to bake sugar cookies at mi casa. And then was the superbly fun part of doing my hair and make up, which I couldn't be happier with how they turned out. And then came making a huge mess in the kitchen (a.k.a. making sugar cookies) which involved a lot of eating the dough and laughing. Next, my best friend let me do her hair! I love doing other people's hair and once again I was thoroughly satisfied with how it turned out.
Spaghetti Factory deserves it's own paragraph. We got there, feeling like princesses. And as we were waiting for a table a family walked in and a little girl, no older than 3 or 4, said something along the lines of "Look, Princesses!" Needless to say I have been hung up on that line since then. It gave me chills. It was like the greatest thing of my life. Next came the fabulous people working there. There was a busboy who, hopefully, thought we were gorgeous because he cleaned the same table three times and no one had sat there in between! It was hilarious! And then our waiter was super kind, he gave me a free salad, even though I'm pretty sure they don't let people just order side salads there, he let me! And for our desert when I said I couldn't eat it he assured me that he had something in mind that I could eat. He came back out with one of those little popsicle things that they serve in like elementary school. It was the sweetest thing. And then there was our hostess, who was the greatest lady. We saw her again in the restroom and asked her to take our picture, so she clocked out and came outside to take it! She was so kind and lovely.
Did I mention that I seriously felt like a freaking princess? Because I did and you should know that.
We got lost on the way to the dance, and ended up at a cemetery. If it wasn't raining so hard I'm pretty sure we would have gotten out and danced there. It probably would have given those old bones quite a hoot. The actual dance was hot. Like Nevada in the middle of July hot. Plus wearing a dress that had like a billion layers. I thought I was going to die. But oh my goodness, everyone there was so gorgeous!! It was wonderful! I twirled quite a bit, but who can blame me, the dress twirled wonderfully!
After the dance, we were all tired and so we went back to my house and played a game of Apples to Apples. And then we went home. All of us dead tired.
And of course, I wore my dress to church the next day. And it was darling and all the little 8 year olds were enchanted. I wish I could stay feeling like that forever, but I guess that makes me even more excited for my future wedding, because I know that's the kind of dress I want to wear. Even as I write this I think about that dress. *Sigh* And that adorable girl who called us princesses. That pretty much made my life. Unfortunately, as all good things, it had to come to an end. But I couldn't have asked for a better day with better people. Except maybe if all of us had actual dates, that would have been nice ;)
Edit: This post was supposed to be posted like 2 weeks ago but spacey me apparently pressed save instead of publish. Whoops! Oh, well!
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