Here is the story.
I was in the last year of a nursing school, the whole class had hectically prepared for prom, on the neck eighteen and in addition I had a boyfriend, who did not love me. To find a dress for prom, the ceremony event of the year, in which I would not look like a scarecrow in poppy field, was not that easy like today. Go to www.dressale.com, choose design, click, select a color, click, size, click again. Ten clicks and you have a beautiful dress. |
Tu je jeden príbeh.
Bola som v poslednom ročníku zdravotníckej školy, celá trieda sa hekticky pripravovala na stužkovú, na krku osemnásť a okrem toho som mala priateľa, ktorý ma nemiloval. Nájsť šaty na stužkovú slávnosť, udalosť roku, v ktorých by som nevyzerala ako strašiak do maku, nebolo také jednoduché ako dnes. Choď na www.dressale.com, vyber dizajn, klikni, vyber farbu, klikni, veľkosť, zase klikni. Desať kliknutí a máte doma krásne šaty. |
When I finally found something maxi, a velvet dress in dark blue color, which did not look best with my figure, I got a new problem. My boyfriend, who did not love me, announced three days before prom, without giving any reason, that he unfortunatelly won´t be my partner for the ceremony. I think that he did not say even unfortunately, or any other word that could sounds like an apology. I got into a difficult situation - a teenager, without partner, alone and humiliated. Rescued by a cousin of one of my classmates, whom I had not seen in my life, but it was told to me, that he is a nice guy and he truly was. He brought me a pendant, a small elephant made of gold, for which I could not even say thank you, because I lost the voice during the day D and he smiled pretty at me the whole evening. The hairstylist had created something like a several storeyed wedding cake out of my long blonde hair. I paid obediently and with tears in my eyes I picked for two hours the hairclips out of my hair. The shoes that I have found, were about a full number bigger than I needed. Not only, that I could not dance, I could not even walk in them.
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Keď som konečne zohnala niečo maxi, tmavomodré a zamatové, čo mojej postave práve najviac nelichotilo, vyskytol sa ďalší problém. Môj priateľ, ktorý ma nemiloval mi tri dni pred stužkovou, bez udania dôvodu oznámil, že mi za partnera bohužiaľ nepôjde. Myslím, že ani nepovedal bohužiaľ alebo akékoľvek iné slovo, ktoré by pripomínalo ospravedlnenie. Dostala som sa do prekérnej situácie - tínedžerka, bez stužkára, sama a ponížená. Zachránil ma bratranec spolužiačky, ktorého som predtým v živote nevidela, ale bolo mi povedané, že je to milý chlapec a veru že bol. Priniesol mi prívesok, malého slona zo zlata, za ktorý som ani nemohla poďakovať, pretože som v deň D stratila hlas a celý večer sa na mňa pekne usmieval. Kaderníčka mi z mojej blond hrivy vytvorila niečo ako niekoľko poschodovú svadobnú tortu. Poslušne som zaplatila a so slzami v očiach som na internáte vyberala dve hodiny sponky z vlasov. Topánky, ktoré som zohnala boli o celé jedno číslo väčšie, než by som potrebovala. Nielen že som v nich nemohla tancovať, ale nemohla som v nich ani chodiť.
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It was Friday the thirteenth, November 1998. I did not believe in superstition or black cats, since then I did. Nowadays I am visiting the Sibyla, I let her to read from my hand and I do not forget about horoscopes. And to make my life easier, I am shopping at the Dressale.
What is your prom story? Was it a disaster too? Or was it cool? Let me know. I would really like to know.
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Bol piatok trinásteho, november 1998. Ak som dovtedy neverila na povery a čierne mačky, tak odvtedy už áno. Dnes navštevujem Sibylu, nechávam si čítať z ruky a nezabúdam ani na horoskopy. A aby som si uľahčila život, nakupujem v Dressale.
Aká bola vaša stužková? Bola to katastrofa? Bolo to v pohode? Napíšte mi. Rada by som to vedela.
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