How to …
Dance in 4 inch heels.

The excessive discussion, planning and anticipation of our last dance of our school life was justified in that we had a very fun time, and the most awesome experience of our lives. Some of us, i.e. Marie, ditched her persona of faux lesbienne, and indulged in a night of attempting to pimp male-lolitas (they were really an attractive bunch). So in essence, we were Humbert Humberts, dressed in drag and high heels, with devastatingly disastrous eye make-up. The perfect recipe for an agonizingly painful yet euphoric night (yay for the oxymoron).

Anyway,

Year 7 Techs Are The Sex

They were really an awesome bunch, and very liberal with their distribution of hugs. Although, some of them did run away from us, probably intimidated by our hardened criminal appearance. To Ron and Wayne, we didn’t get the opportunity to hand out your numbers. We’re really sorry, we know you were looking forward to all those late night chats with the incredibly pulchritudinous year 7’s.

4 inch heels do not belong on one’s feet during a school dance, as they have proven to be the bane of the perfect night of continuous dancing. They belong in one’s hand, and may be used as a weapon while fending off perverts and rapists.

We took a few photos with people who dressed up (or in some cases, the lack of it).

Ah, that was an experience ...

Well I'm going to wrap up . Will blog again soon if I'm not inundated by attempts to complete schoolwork.


Posted by Ky, the "Braverunner"

Photos by Marie, the "Replicunt"