at "laughing in a "See, I only buy harmless things like records" sort of way. 
Here it is prom night and has been a day of high drama. Won't bore you with the details, but there was much gnashing of teeth about the dress, which at the last minute was deemed unsuitable and too unlike what her friends would be wearing and was sadly substituted by a rather dull, baggy and very cheap New Look number which she purchased online last week. I didn't think much of this. Anyway, at least she made to the prom in the end, despite howling and wailing on the way to her friend's house re: looking "ugly" and "ridiculous" etc etc. This was following (but not because of) a rather expensive hairdresser's appointment. At least the shoes were a huge hit.
Dd and friend went off in their chauffeur-driven Merc and friend's mum and I followed behind to the glam venue and then ended up hanging about for about 1.5 hours whilst the huge, huge queue of glam vehicles unloaded their glam occupants on to a red carpet where they had their photos taken. There were vintage buses, Bentleys, a couple of stretch limos (natch), vintage Rolls Royces, several vintage fire engines, tractors and trailers, a decorated cattle truck, a couple on beautifully decorated mobility scooters and yes, a helicopter - and a host of other vehicles. The hairdressers in town must love prom and oh, the dresses. And everyone was soooo tall. As events go, this appeared to me to be very swish and utterly mad.