Reminisce About Your Prom

All these prom threads and journal entries have got me thinking about my own proms. It seems that most people (myself included) tend to build prom up to be this wonderful, magical experience, when in reality it usually ends up being a colossal waste of time and money, since they rarely turn out to be as fun as we expected them to be.

In this thread we will share our prom stories!

(Please refrain from posting things like, "I didn't go to prom because proms are teh suck." The purpose of this thread is to talk about proms we DID go to, not to explain why we DIDN'T go.)

Jam it back in, in the dark.

My kids just paid $40 PER TICKET to go to the prom this year. I can't remember how much we paid (probably because I didn't have to pay it - tee hee), but I do know it was expensive as hell. Then you have to buy the dress or rent the tux, then the snotty bitch expects you to take her out to a fancy restaurant on top of that. Prom could EASILY run a guy $300.

How ya doing, buddy?

SUMMARY:

11th Grade Prom:
I somehow managed to get a date with the most popular guy in school, despite the fact that I was neither popular nor rich (actually he had graduated a year earlier and no longer went to our school, but that didn't diminish his popularity). I halfway convinced myself that it was a joke date for him, and I stressed out from the time he asked me (weeks in advance) until he actually pulled up in my driveway on prom night, wondering if he was really going to show up. I was ALL NERVES, and it didn't help that he was so popular that everyone was vying for his time and attention all through the pre-prom fancy dinner, and he hardly talked to me at all.

The real trouble started when we got to the prom. See, there was this young, beautiful teacher - fresh out of college, she must have been 22 or so - who all the guys had the hots for. Well, that bitch walked up to him maybe 20 minutes after we got there and asked him to dance. He ended up dancing with her pretty much the whole time, while I sat at a table with some of my friends. He managed to break away from her once and came over and asked me to dance. By that time I was so pissed off that during the dance I asked him to take me home.

12th Grade Prom:
OK, brace yourselves for THE redneck prom story. The guy I was dating (and about to marry) got kicked out of school permanently a couple of weeks before the prom for bringing a gun to school. FYI - It was unloaded and in his car, not in the school, but someone found out about it and ratted him out. Aaaanyway, I went to prom with a couple of my friends who either didn't have dates or their boyfriends went to another school and weren't allowed to come or something.

Oh, I almost forgot. I was PREGNANT at the time, although no one knew it yet, so I couldn't drink or smoke and I had to come up with some lame excuse as to why I wasn't drinking that night.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Nor did I. Bastard didn't stand a chance after pulling that little stunt.

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