be graceful at least one night of my life

year two of the fancy dress party.
new paint on nails, new makeup on my face, new shoes on my feet. after enduring the complaining of a former friend, i made it through all three courses of the dinner without spilling on myself.
i even managed to snag four dances with the boy.
all in all, i would say it was a pretty successful night.

i bought a beautiful new dress, got my hair done, had a mani and a pedi. after only an hour in that dress, i had spilled on myself twice. by the end, i slipped on the dance floor, and then broke a cosmo glass.

one night plus fancy food plus free drinks = no grace whatsoever