In which Demi is no longer Cinderella

So last night didn't go *quite* to plan. For starters, S changed her mind about staying at mine and ended up getting a lift home with her mum and bf at the end of the night. She was also kinda late getting to mine, which then had a knock-on effect with our planned drinks&photos at KT's. We only had like 5mins and didn't have time for a drink, but managed to get some photos.

THEN when we rocked up to the Pavillions on time, the rest of our group took between half an hour and an hour to show up! The cheek of it.

So we sat down for dinner (typical mass catering standard) and pretty much died of dehydration as we were only given 2 bottles of still water between 12, and the drinks waitress never returned with more despite our attempts to order some.

Then there was the inevitable 'professional' photographer and dancing.

[Excuse the photo, it's off the website]

There was a general Michael Jackson overkill, but that was to be expected I suppose. 10 of his songs in a row was a bit much though, as good as they are.

THEN we headed into Harrogate, only to have trouble in Rev's when A's bf was refused entry because he accidently dropped his bus pass when he got out his ID, which obviously had a different name and photo on them to the passport he was trying to use. Smooth. So we spent some time trying to convince them to give us the passport back, and in the end he had to call his parents and be picked up, which left A in a bad mood as would be expected.

Since Rev's was pretty much deserted [tbh, I have no idea why we went there in the first place, when the offical after-party that EVERYONE would be at was at Moko's and Rev's is ridiculously overpriced] we headed to Moko's, where I FINALLY got some alcohol down me. By this point it was almost gone 12 and I was thirsty as well as wanting to get some alcohol in the system.

Moko's was fun, as usual, although I really wouldn't recommend wearing a ball dress there again, it was crazy hot. Lots of laughter, lots of dancing and lots of photos, before we decided to call it a night, to get home for about 3.

I wish I was more of a night person. By 2 I'm pretty much dead, it's pretty annoying. Practice makes perfect I guess! xo

In which Demi goes to the ball

Countdown til Prom time: 4hrs 10mins

Status: Faketanned. Hair washed. Mani-pedi done. In the next hour I'll hop back into the shower and rinse off this faketan gunk so I no longer smell like a biscuit, then head to the hairdressers for my 'Hair Up Consultation'.

I got so confused by the name that last week I rang them up to double check that, yes, I would actually be having my hair done and not just talk about it. The receptionist had the cheek to laugh at me. Don't call it a bloomin' "consultation" then!!

S is staying over tonight, so she'll be here at about 6.30 to finish getting ready and take silly pics. Then on to KT's house, where we shall have more pictures and some drinks to avoid the ridiculous prices they charge at the Pavillions.

By 7.15 we'll be on our way to meet the others at the Pavillions for 7.30.

I feel so much better for writing all that down, it was all getting jumbled in my head :)

Wahhhhhhhhh, so excited! xo

In which Demi dusts off the blogger

Okay, so it's been, what... 3 months? Criiikey. What is there to say other than school owned my life? Nyeh, who cares about excuses. My last exam [wahoo!] was exactly a week ago, and now it's the night before my Leaver's Ball. And then that's it.

Over.

Finis.

No more high school. I can't quite wrap my head around it. On the one hand I'm practically bursting at the seams, ready to pack up and move to the gorgeous campus at Nottingham. But at the same time... I look around at my friends and family, and I can't imagine not seeing them every day. I wish I could take everyone with me and just dump a whole load of new people and friends on top of that.

C'est la vie, I guess. More soon when I'm not wasting precious and much-needed beauty sleep.

xo