Year 12 Ball 1993.
I wore a long black dress, high necked extremely fitted. Back was completely cut out down to my bum and laced up with an animal print scarf - sounds gross but was actually very very "Sexy" and not a traditional ball gown. Up until that point my nickname at school was "ironing board" and "surfboard" cause I was very tall with no breasts. Lets put it this way, that night was the first time I wasn't called my nickname anymore! Somehow I had developed and it wasn't noticeable under our school uniform!
I was head Girl of my school so my date and I had to greet everyone at the door and hand them a rose. Bit dorky but the girls loved it.
My date was a guy who had left our school the previous year who I had dated briefly. We were very good friends, he was a lovely guy and he still had a lot of friends at school so mixed well with everyone. We sat with a group of his friends and their dates who I liked and was happy to sit with.
Ball was held at one of the upmarket hotels in Perth, The Langley. We had a Jag take us up to the ball and afterwards someone (goodness knows who after all these years!) took us to one of the afterball parties. We had a few drinks, made out a bit and he tried to put his hand down my dress but my dear mum had pinned it so much cause I wasn't wearing a bra that it was near on impossible! I reckon mum knew what she was doing secretly!
No idea how or what time I got home but do know that I had a great night. Now my date is a friend on facebook, still cute but like me married with kids. Still is a good guy too!






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