Medical School Prom
I’ve mentioned before that med school was exactly like high school except with more dead bodies. Prom was oodles of fun except for the enormous pain in my feet at the end of the night from standing and dancing around in 3 inch heels. Let me tell you: taking off my heels when we finally made it home? Orgasmic.
The closest to a full length photograph of my dress. What you can’t see: the train, my gold shoes, and my gold toenails. Bear wanted to wear a vest with his outfit, but we couldn’t find one in time. We totally forgot about the suspenders. :(
The best thing about this dress? (Aside from the back that the colour is gorgeous and the cut flattering?) It was $36 at Banana Republic.
It took a long time to make my makeup seem subtle. I did Bex’s makeup as well. The false eyelashes? Made it through the entire night; I was impressed. Check out the scary red lipstick! Not visible in this photography: my cleavage. I cropped it out.
Another difference between med school and high school: free alcohol. It was fairly watered down but still, tons and tons of free booze!
The Inimitable Bex and the mayor of the first years Ozvaldo Zumba. Why is he the mayor?
Because this popular stud can rip it up on the dance floor.
The DJ was spinning some good tunes and for a while I could forget my aching feet.
Bear and I were ripping it up on the dance floor, although I spent a good deal of the night worrying about my train. I eventually had it hiked up around my knees. Isn’t my Bear handsome in his hat and suit?
After prom was over we went to a nightclub down the street and staggered home around 2am. My feet still ache, but man was it a good time. :)

















Those dresses are both amazing! Those colors!
p.s. I found you via #queryfail – You were cracking me up today!
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