Sometimes you just need a night to feel pretty.
You need to put on that little black dress, grab your girliest (frilly-black-lace-and-pink-satin) shoes, put your hair up, wear long, delicate earrings, and accept all of the compliments that come your way. You need to walk in feeling like a ballerina. You need to ignore the strange new developments in your walk and just go for it with abandon.
Or maybe you don’t, but I do. So I did. And it was refreshing.