Because once is just never enough, I am again posting about my trip to LA.  Besides, in this post we are all just so dang good-looking, who wouldn’t want to check it out?  We look hott (double-t courtesy of Brodi’s husband Sam, who taught me that this is what the cool kids are saying.  If you don’t know Sam, he is nothing if not cool).

Anyway, on the night of the much-fanfared “Blue Moon Ball” many inappropriate adventures took place.  Many of them were not my fault.  Not to name names, but  most of them were Brodi’s fault.

Brodi teased me with the promise of putting my hair in a chignon (SHEEN-yon) for the event, then reneged, claiming she had no idea how to do such a thing.  Well, neither did any of us, so Brodi was chosen to fake it.  And look how awesome she did!  So despite the inappropriate nature of going back on a promise to a friend, she was redeemed.

However, she then proceeded to dress for the ball.  I watched in horror as she pulled on a pair of shorts.  The horror did not come from seeing her change clothes, because that’s the way I roll.  I’m inappropriate, and immodesty is no big deal to people like us.   No, the horror came because SHE WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING TO WEAR BLACK BERMUDA SHORTS TO THE  BALL!

Admittedly, I know very little about these sort of soirees.  Admittedly, Brodi did wear pants to her senior prom. But even I know black Bermuda shorts are not acceptable attire when your companions are wearing dresses.  Can you say “inappropriate?”  And NOT the good kind.  In the above picture, Brodi is wearing a black skirt she borrowed from me, a blue camisole she borrowed from me (she actually wasn’t going to wear blue to the Blue Moon Ball.  Tsk, tsk), and a necklace borrowed from Bree.  Doesn’t she look fahbulous?  Also above is our friend and regional SCBWI advisor Sydney Salter (shout-out!).

Here are a few more Kodak moments (is that even an expression anymore?):

With buddy and fellow Utah writer Matt Kirby (note the “moon” in the background).

Me with Varian, aka “Magic”, Johnson.  Don’t we look like we’re going to prom?  Oh, and also that the year is 1978?

Anyway, besides the fact that his physique is similar to that of Magic Johnson, and the obvious racial thing, Varian is magic because:

a) he knows everybody!  And he remembers everybody!  Namely me, who he only met once, at a late-night party a long time ago.  That gave him permission to at least forget my name.  But he did not.

b) like me, he got his start publishing with Flux!

c) his forthcoming book SAVING MADDIE (Delacorte, March 2010) is amazing!  And the cover is gorgeous!

This is not multiple-choice, people!  “Magic” is all of the above!

And of course, the lovely and talented Lindsey Leavitt, who is actually such a star I’m technically not even allowed to be her friend!

There is a distinct possibility that this was more fun than any prom I’ve been to, Bermuda shorts or no.

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