Barrister’s Ball was definitely an experience. It was both hilarious and surprising to see all my fellow law students transform from the squibbling (pretty sure I just invented this word) lumps of sparse hair and lumpy fabric into people with surprisingly toned bodies (for people who read all day) looking for action (outside the courtroom).
But I digress. To pictures!
My main qualm? WHY CAN’T MY SHOES BE IN EVERY PICTURE? Is that too much to ask? Anyway to the details. I decided (for once) that in an effort to save money, I would not buy a new dress. I need a new dress like I need a bad grade (although after I saw Leigha’s floor length French Connection number I had to bite my lip and remember that jealousy is a mean and vicious mistress). Of course, that meant I could
splurge on accessories *ahem* expand my shoe and clutch collections.
Hi-lo dress: XOXO from Macys (holla! last year’s Christmas sale)
Clutch: Vince Camuto (eBay)
Shoes: Chloé (eBay)
Headband: Urban Outfitters
My writing partner and I really love Papa Johns. It doesn’t always bode well.
Feel free to submit a caption on the next one. I still don’t know what they were going for.
Now I have a new camera. If only I knew how to use it! I vow next year my prom-esque photos will not be washed out like so. The room was stunning. Looking down from the second floor was like looking over Gatsby’s balcony.
I’m still unsure how, but I managed to convince D. that he should wear red socks to match his tie and my dress. I fully expected noncompliance, thus I bought them. On the premise he would get the wrong thing, he conned me into going to the mall for him. I’m still trying to figure out how he managed it, although I have a feeling the conversation went something like this:
D: I won’t pick out the right one, you should get it.
R: I don’t have time. You’re a grown man. I’m not going.
D: There are clothes at the mall….
At the end of the night (before we finished with the Notre Dame fight song, they played “Piano Man” by Billy Joel (if you haven’t heard it, you best be clickin’ on that link). Everyone naturally formed this amoebic circle (as I ran for my camera). It was pretty cool, you know if you’re into that solidarity/communal-environment/one-family sort of thing. And just as naturally couples started breaking apart and dancing (pretending they could do something besides grind) in the middle. The next picture is hands down my favorite moment I captured.
All in all it was a very good night. Thanks for indulging me!