So my Ball experiance. Was interesting.
I loved the gown shopping. The crash course in Viennese Waltz given by IES for the last few days was so fun. Ever since I went to the CISLA Ball last spring, I have loved ballroom dance, even though I barely know how. I was super excited to be with 3000 other people, in the Hofburg palace, with multiple dances going on at one time. Amazing. I felt like I was going ot be Cinderella going to the ball in my gold heels. I hemmed the front of my gown, my roommates helped with my hair and makeup, we splurged on a taxi to get to the Palace. Only it wasn't really a splurge it was less than 10 euros.
The ball was amazing, the Palace was amazing, seeing the people whirling around the dance floor was amazing. But I wasn't there to enjoy it. I was there, but I wasn't there. People stepped on the back of my dress every 5 seconds. I could barely walk after one hour and 2 dances. Also dancing was nearly impossible in my dress. My lovely dress that I love so much. It was too long and if I wasn't stepping on it, someone else was. My dress was strapless and falling down even though it was too tight. Not only was I annoyed with my experience, but I was even more annoyed that I was annoyed. I spent far too much time sitting, watching other people dance.
I felt less like Cinderella and more like Bridget Jones. While there are many times in my life when I feel like Bridget Jones, or I think to myself, " What would Bridget Jones do?" I was not expecting this to be one of them. I was hobbling around, shoes in hand, tripping, slipping down grand staircases. I was in freaking Hofburg Palace, and extremely disappointed in myself that I was not enjoying myself. I was certainly not disappointed in the Ball itself, I will take responsibility for my experience. But I will also try to look at it as an experience, not a bad experience. I suppose now I know to hem even the back of my gown and wear flats. Who knows, maybe I will be able to go to another ball, if tickets aren't too expensive. I want to dance dammit.
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