For all of those in the audience who are not at all interested in the French language, the title means "Let the good times roll" and that is most certainly what happened on Saturday night and Sunday morning. So, a blow by blow account, which will take a good while . . .

So, prom was this weekend and I had previously been considering skipping out on it and going to Arkansas to visit a college. But, at the last minute, as per always, I found a gorgeous dress at this vintage store in Columbia, Missouri called Leo's for thirty dollars. Thirty fucking dollars for a dress I would probably wear outside of that night. And let me tell you, what happened that night was worth every penny that I spent on it.

Because of the fact that I had never touched a straightener or rollers or a blow dryer in my life, I went over to my friend Melissa's house to get ready for the big night. So I sat there, again, and let Mrs. Cook pick at my head, not so different from the time that my family highlighted my hair. (NOTE: for all those in the audience who are considering highlighting their hair, remember this Nietzsche quote "What does not kill me makes me stronger" cause that shit hurts.) Long story short, it looked damn fine. And so did I. Positively scrumptious is a good string of descriptive words.

A seriously long story short since I'm kind of tired of typing as of this point, I went to Stromboli's and had a hell of a fucking time, went to prom and danced until my feet were numb, and went to a movie until I couldn't stay awake a second longer. Now that's my kind of night. Of course, I was totally and utterly bushed by Sunday afternoon so I took a nap for the first time in, like, two years. Man, naps are the shiznit.

Then I had to correct a test for AP Euro and it took Nels (my study buddy) until about eleven to get me the test. Not complaining or anything . . . And I woke up this morning with an almost hangover but an extremely happy disposition. Go figure. That was my weekend, in a nutshell, and omitting certain things for time reasons. I may edit this post later and really go into a full-depth account of my kick-ass weekend. It just couldn't get much better than that . . .