This weekend, I went to a ball! Oooh, fancy. Well, I’m riding in a Mardi Gras parade this year for the first time (one of those things to check off the ol’ bucket list, if I were the type to use the phrase “bucket list”) and part of being in a krewe (no, that’s not a mispelling) is that there’s a fancy ball.

There are all sorts of rules like you have to wear a mask and you have to wear a floor length gown. FLOOR LENGTH GOWN? This was sounding expensive. Fortunately, my friend Lorie had a dress that I could borrow. I was skeptical, since Lorie is about 6″ shorter than me, but magically, it fit me perfectly!

Anyway, I had the dress. I ordered a mask off Amazon. Terry’s daughter was coming to braid my hair to put in an updo. My friend Jenn was lending me some jewelry. I joked that I felt like I was Cinderella and they were the little birds and mice coming to dress me.

In the end, I felt more like an glamorous screen siren than a princess, but whatever.

We had a full on photo shoot while some of the residents of the assisted living facility looked on.

Soon, my chariot arrived (Jenn’s Jeep, that is) and I was off to the ball!

Now just some random pictures:

If some are blurry, it’s because there was an open bar.

Anyway, in true Cinderella fashion, I was home by midnight. Only because I’m at least twice her age, and I couldn’t hang that long. But at least my glass slippers (er, black flats) both made it home safely.