Well, classy to me means vintage. So, I dressed in my grandmother's black wiggle dress she bought in 1956. I paired it with black leather strappy shoes, a 40's black satin clutch purse, black leather gloves, and her black fur stole.
I decided to keep my makeup and hair rather simple since I knew I would be competing against rahter modern looking girls.
As the night went on, I started seeing more and more girls that were wearing really short dresses with their boobs basically hanging out. I was starting to get worried, after all I thought this was to be the classiest lady contest not the slutiest.
After some time the judges came around to all the ladies, and asked us all a series of questions. The questions they asked me were:
What is your definition of a diva?
If you had an unlimited amount of money, Where would you go shopping?
What is your favorite kind of hot pocket?
Crazy ones, huh? Well, I answered them the best I could. And when they finally called to top five girls names. I was the fourth to be called up on the stage. I was freaking out at this point. I really hadn't expect that .
In the long run, I didn't win the second or first place prize. Instead the girl in the short black dress that kept bending over for her panties to show, won the contest. ;(
