My dad said that watching my reaction to him coming through the door was like watching me on Christmas morning as a tiny kid in Boston.  Oh, but how could I help my elation when I was about to embark on the last great adventure of my schoolgirl years with the boy who treats me like an angel?
  We went out to dinner at Charlestons, where I tried my first {virgin} Shirley Temple.  I'll also admit that I felt pretty cool getting the stares from strangers as we rode around in his daddy's car.  The engine roared and my heart soared and when we entered the dance, my blood rushed.  The huge room was consumed by darkness and bright lights and hit music.  The volleyball team and their sunglasses took the floor and when the base dropped, rhythmic flashes and spurts of CO2 turned our world into illusion.  When the beat slowed, we danced.
Not gonna lie, I rocked my six-inch platforms.  Not only because I was STILL tripping over my dress WITH the shoes, but because, when most of the vball boys are taller than Dallin and Dallin is over a foot taller than me... well, I would otherwise feel like I was going to be crushed when a moshpit formed.  Seriously, I was having so much fun {bad dancing skills and all} I didn't ever want to leave.  How could I?
After the dance, it was sprinkling.  After going back to the boys' house to change and chit-chat with the parents, we met up with some other kids from the school and I happily observed a difficult game of "Honey Do You Love Me?"
Late late at night we stepped back inside my house to find my dog delivering puppies.  That's one way to wrap up the night!
Thank you Dallin for ending my senior year with a bang! Reading this again, I shamefully realize this post doesn't do justice for the wonderful experience, but I think you can forgive me since it's past 1 AM haha.

I don't care if it's the wrong era- LOOK HOW SICK THIS CAR IS.
My so-not-cute ADYSON STOP IT YOU'RE GONNA DROP ME PUT ME DOWN face when we hopped up onto this wall and suddenly she thought she could prove she was strong like Superwoman by picking me up.

This year I decided to switch things up, so instead of going with the group I typically go with, I attended Winter Formal with my sister, our long-time friend Katie, and their dates Dale {Rachel's friend from the theatre} and Tyler {whom Rachel and I have known since we were toddlers living in the same ward in Boston}.  I asked out Victor, a Spanish exchange student staying with one of my other friends.
Seriously, it was so chill.  We ate out at Texas Roadhouse and then watched Dale's and a bunch of our other friends perform at the Funkytown concert.  At the dance, the whole room was decked with Christmas trees and lights and fake snow, and for the first time I actually pushed my way into the moshpit.  Can you believe I've been missing out for this long!?  The heat roared and the music poured  and we just danced like there was no tomorrow.
Afterwards, we drove up to the same mountain I hiked up for Homecoming, this time bringing hot chocolate and a heck of a lot more blankets. Is it bad that we may or may not have flashed lights at the other two couples?
  Thanks for the party!

me and victor

katie and tyler

rachel and dale

On our second part of the day date, the boys took us up to Scottsdale to see Jesterz, an improv comedy group.  Oh. My. Gosh was it hilarious.  I don't know how these people did it, but they were able to come up with stuff at the snap of a finger and make it absolutely hysterical.  My mouth ached from smiling! Afterwards, we headed to the Riparion, where in the darkness of the trail an older man pushed past us, muttering to himself.  When we got to the gazebo, Chelsea & Chandler said that some guy had run out of the gazebo, refusing to make eye contact but nervously mumbling, "Don't go in there!  It's haunted!"  What the heck?  Needless to say we were slightly spooked, but all cuddling together helped.
Then of course... actual Prom.  My my was it jazzed up & wonderful.  It was held at the victorain-style Castle at Ashley Manor, and I understood once I got there why the venue was called a "castle."  It was, hands down, one of the most gorgous modern places I have ever been to.  So we partied, relishing in the aura of the Roaring Twenties as we danced all night.  I am a horrible  dancer, but then again so was everyone else, so we had an absolute blast!  {One of the top-chart songs right now is the exotic Talk Dirty to Me...  Yeah, it got played twice LOL. }   On the fast songs, we jumped around; on the slow songs, we swayed to the beat & indulged ourselves in the sweetness.  When our feet got tired, we all sat in a secluded area of the pavilion, and watched the fireworks bloom in the sky above. I seriously never wanted it to end.  But then, even when it was over, the boys turned on a slow song and we danced in the parking lot.  I felt pretty much like a princess the whole night.
  Thank you Bry for an amazing time.