RED-Y OR NOT, HERE COMES PROM
A little fun in the sun ruined prom night for today’s contributor
The day before prom night, I went to the beach with a guy I had been crushing on for 2 years. We went swimming and flirted along the boardwalk, nothing too serious. Then we capped things off with cuddle time in the sand. I guess the heat made us tired because the next thing I knew we had fallen asleep—for four hours! Worst of all, I wasn’t wearing any sunblock. My sun-dried body was in major pain and I looked like I belonged on the menu at Red Lobster!
I promptly left the beach for pre-prom pampering with my best friend. As I walked in the door she took one look at me and asked, “What the hell happened to you?!” I didn’t understand the severity of the situation until I looked in the mirror. Not only was I lobster red, but to top it off, I am a red head! My hair blended into my face—eyebrows completely invisible. I resembled one big red dot from the neck up.
Running out of time and out of options, my friend suggested that I take an oatmeal bath, but I couldn’t move at all because it hurt too much. The only option I had was to let her undress me and give me the oatmeal bath. And not without humiliation, she did. The next morning I didn’t look any better, but I slipped on my blue prom dress anyway—great contrast, if you’re going for the fourth of July fireworks look.
When my date arrived he was speechless to say the least. Fortunately, we made it through the night, and after prom started making out in the limo. A great way to end a disastrous chain of events, right? It would have been, until he pulled up my dress and noticed a hand print on my thigh—something my friend and I failed to notice during my oatmeal bath.
