Ask my mom and she will tell you that I love to get dressed up. She could probably produce about 7 prom dresses and 7 bridesmaids dresses to prove it. If you need someone to throw on a ball gown and go somewhere in a pinch...I'm your girl. With this being said, its not shocking that I gravitated towards a husband that has a job that allows to me to dress up at least once a year! Tonight was the annual Marine Corps ball. As usual we had an awesome time. There was a group of about 30 together and we rented a limo bus to make sure that we attended this years ball in style. The ceremony was beautiful and we danced into the early hours of the night. Gosh I love the ball!
All dressed up!
Me and Maribel before getting on the bus
Our ride. oh la la.
The boys getting cozy.
me and Tiff
We had some free time so we stopped at a pub downtown. Everyone loved seeing the boys in uniform
The ladies with Master Guns at the ball
Todd and PJ
The Coy-ays
There were a few 'snafoos' in my ball prep. It all started with the stellar idea to get a spray tan. Due to having arguably the palest skin ever, I trustingly told the tan lady that a level 1 tan would be more than sufficient. She apparently opted for a level 2. This subsequently led to issues with my makeup since I do not keep shades darker than super white in my repertoire of makeup. This then led to a very honest conversation with my husband that went something like this...
Shan: (sitting, humming happily putting on her makeup)
Todd: (walks in, turns towards me and immediately looks startled)
Shan: "Hey honey, whats wrong, why are you looking at me like that?"
Todd: "Ok I have to say something...don't get mad at me ok?"
Shan: "What? what?!?! is my hair starting to come out?"
Todd: "No your hair is great, however, you might want to go easy on that makeup stuff...it uh...doesn't...uh...quite match your body.....::awkward pause::...besides that you look beautiful.." (nice save)
So then in a panic I spent the rest of the prep feverishly putting bronzer on my face. As you can see I was only somewhat successful. Moral of this story is the spray tan and I are going to part ways. We just weren't meant to be. I know somewhere right now my mom is thanking the heavens for deciding against getting one for our wedding, yikes that would have been a disaster!
oh well, lesson learned.
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