"She's a Bad Mama Jama"

Friday night, the lovely ladies of Alpha Delta Pi toured, dined and danced at what was the seniors' last formal in River Mill in Columbus, GA.

I have the best friends in the world, as I say often, but I have proof to back it up: Mitch came down after his last class in med school in Bham to take me to my last formal.

Not to mold my gal pals into the typical sororitycollegegirl, but we have done the same routine for the past four years from freshman years swaps to formals to socials to the infamous Mallard Ball to cocktail parties.

(If it ain't broke, don't fix it... Am I right, or am I right?)

We smudge eyeliner, blow dry hair and zip up our fabulous BCBG dresses to songs ranging from "Sugar" by Stevie Wonder to ke$ha's "Tik Tok" to "Queen of my Double Wide Trailer" by Sammy Kershaw.

The last is a Mallard Ball must...

This year was no different except that it was our last.

It was bittersweet, but it didn't stop us from scarfing down our fruit and pasta plates and hitting the dance floor like it was 1999.

Tim Tyler and Nick Snow dueled it out on their pianos while girls and dates shouted requests.

Every girl radiated as her date twirled and dipped her under the canopy of lights.

I think it's safe to say, we left it all on the dance floor. But I did remember to grab my shoes...

So that chapter of my life is over, but hey, if you haven't read my blog, keep scrolling down and save the tears because I have enough weddings in the next little while to keep my hips swinging...