Wanna be a Balla

When we were 18

Cory told me he would take me to HIS senior prom.

Thus, the reason I happily skipped MY senior prom.

He didn't.

The end.

And that is why I made him take me to the annual Winter Dental Ball 

hosted by the Dalhousie dental students.

Payback in it's fullest.

And it was ballin.

Dress, courtesy of mi madre.

Hot husband in a suit, courtesy of his bold faced lies in highschool.

Group shot, courtesy of all the Utah couples at the ball.

And sweaty, tweeked out Trish in the last photo, 

courtesy of dancing my buns off with my honeybunches.

The opportunity for this amazing night out,

courtesy of the Argyles watching Lo for us.

And all of those photos,

courtesy of Hels, again.

Until next year...

We be ballin yo.