We went to a quinceanera Friday night, a fifteenth birthday party for one of Rachel's and Shannon's soccer teammates.
I scored a Black Friday dress that day for the occasion. I also found a super-cheap vacuum cleaner for my dorm room, incidentally—we woke up at five that morning and got a head start on Christmas shopping. The crowds were bearable and the prices were unparalleled, and I felt really patriotic spending money. I'm kind of a fan of economic downturns.
What can I say? We really like lining up.
Grandma and Dad were both snapping pictures, so there's a ton of them. I figured I'd put a lot up so that everyone felt they looked good in at least one of them.

The party was at the Soboba Country Club, and everything was absolutely top-notch.

We danced until the wee hours of the night. Well, okay, 10:30 p.m. It definitely felt later—we were up so early that morning . . .
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