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My niece just went to a prom. A second-chance prom. She's (?) 24 - don't shoot me Bri, if that's not exactly right...

She had a bad first prom experience in high school. So she and her man went to a prom that raised money for The Dresden Dolls, and if I were cool, I'd know who they are. Some band I think.

There was alcohol there, which was a big selling point, apparently.


And they took just about the coolest photo I've ever seen.

Pardon, kiddo, but I stole your pic to post here. You look too fun.

***EDITED: to say that I think maybe it's not Bri in the photo but the aforementioned Dresden Dolls. I'm so confused, and again, so uncool.

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Brianne said…
Okay. :) You got the age right, kudos! My first prom wasn't necessarily bad but didn't go as I had hoped. The alcohol wasn't a huge selling point, more like, we get to get all dressed up again and have fun. It was free so I don't know how they paid the band. It was just a grown-up prom with less restrictions.

I wish I could say that was Brett and me, but alas, that photo is of the Dresden Dolls. I will post the picture of us once we get it. That would've been awesome though. We were going to dress up like the Dolls a couple Halloweens ago but it never panned out. They were too new (they're still not quite mainstream) and we didn't think anyone would get it.

You're not "uncool" - there aren't a lot of people who know who the Dresden Dolls are. Go to www.youtube.com and check out their Coin Operated Boy video though. It's pretty cool.

I'm flattered that you borrowed the pic! :)
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