Bal de Rhetos

There once was a time when the word "dance" sent a shot of fear down my spine, and the word "dress" made me scrunch up my face in disgust. . . Don't worry, that time is in the past. It was just a faze. I'm over it now. ;)

There may not be very many pictures, but I was too busy dancing my heart out to get more. Yes, you read that right. Little miss "I can't dance" shook her stuff all night long. . . and into the morning even. I'll admit, I wasn't too keen on the idea in the beginning. But at a Prom where the majority of the people are actually dancing and not sitting around like a bunch of lame-sauce-party-poopers (*ahem *ahem, SJH), it's pretty hard to say no for very long. =]

*Oh, quick random side note. See that girl with the long brown hair and the really pretty eyes in the third picture? That is my Irish-accented friend Aileen, who I love very much. She is awesome, and she makes français + class bearable, for which I am forever in her debt. The end. =]