Remember that silly play-on-words rhyme from grade school? If Mississippi got a New Jersey… Anyway, so tomorrow is the dinner and I’m frighteningly close to having to cancel. I went to the mall yesterday and could find NOTHING in the stores for an event like this – well, unless you want to count the weird green number I tried on in a moment of desperation which made me look like a slightly porky mermaid.

Also, just in looking online at various stores, I’ve been nothing short of appauled by some of the prom “dresses” (if you can even call them that) on the virtual racks. Some are just hideous 80′s retro looking things with layers of ruffles or made out of vinyl (Hey, Cyndi Lauper called…she wants her wardrobe back). Others were just…well…trailer trash slutty. I found myself wondering what sorts of people would even allow their daughters to even think of putting on a dress like some of these out there right now and leave the house?? Flash back to 1992 (year of my Senior Prom) and, while I certainly remember that there were some dresses people wore which we were all a little “what the…?” about, for the most part our outfits were black-tie and classy enough to still be worn today (assuming that we could still fit into them some 15 years later).

Speaking of 15-year-old memories, let me add that while I was in one of the department stores, a bottle of Drakkar caught my eye as I cut through the perfume section. Remember Drakkar? Back in the day, I think every guy had a bottle of that stuff – including my high school boyfriend, Mike, and I don’t think I’ve caught of whiff of it since Mike and I broke-up over Christmas 1992. Out of sheer curiosity, I picked up the bottle and sniffed. Now I’ve previously heard that smells can invoke memories more powerfully than almost any of our other senses and I’m here to tell you that this is true. With my eyes closed for an instant and that bottle of Drakkar in hand, I was immediately 17 again. It was almost frightening.

Enough of the tangent, let’s get back to the real issue here…

Due to yesterday’s utter lack of success, I’ve decided that my best hope is to make the trek over to the King of Prussia Mall, home of Nordstrom’s and about a billion other stores and potential. I have great hope that I will not be coming home tonight empty handed.