Wednesday, June 04, 2003
First an' foremost: Much thanks to Chris for dragging his bum on out here for the illustrious Swampscott High prom, for acting like a mostly normal human being around everyone, for nobly dealing with my psychoses for an entire night, and also for the purty corsage. I appreciates it, I does. It takes a courageous person to deal with me for an entire night.
Things Which I Learnt From the Prom
--It's OK to be late to Town Hall, the buses are not going to leave on time anyways. So don't bother getting mad at your date, even if he hits massive traffic trying to get to your inaccessible town and is half an hour late.
--No matter how hard the photographer tries, it is patently impossible to take a picture of the entire grade in front of Town Hall.
--Bobby pins are fun. They hold your hair up, but you can also use them to pick a lock or stab someone in the eye in a pinch. How handy!
--Don't touch the food. Poor Noah found this out the hard way. He gorged himself and spent the night being violently ill, which of course sucked mightily for both him and Maddie.
--You may think that there won't be many people there wearing bright red dresses. You would be wrong.
--Wearing sneakers was the best decision I've ever made in my life. Ever. They were comfortable beyond comfort. And, as Maddie pointed out, I got a cool pair of sneakers out of it which I can wear in the future.
whee! prom sneakers!
--A tight black and white sequined dress will, in fact, make you look like you belong more on a street corner somewhere than at a prom.
--Bring money for the professional pictures. Or have nice friends like Jessica.
--Watches which are not digital are hard to read.
--Calculator death threats are a load of bull excrement. My brother went to school yesterday and came home unscathed. Everyone survived the prom. Yippee.
--Contrary to popular (Stephanie's) belief, three rolls of film is not a lot of pictures for me to take at such an event. Surely you recall that I took two rolls of film in one hour at a Mock Trial meet. But I guess it's not too pathetic. They had better come out.
--Those shawl things are annoying.
--If it had been about an hour shorter it would have been so much better.
--Listen to your bus driver. On the way home ours told us two stories:
1. He was driving to DC on the highway when a man jumped over the jersey barriers and smashed his head on the bus' side mirror. Turns out the guy had just killed someone and was fleeing from the cops, which was why he jumped the barrier and consequently didn't see the bus.
2. He once was a bus driver for Motley Cru (sp?). On one of their tours, they stopped at a beach and all got roaring drunk one night. The next morning he woke up and couldn't find Tommy Lee anywhere. So he and one of his bus driver friends got out of the bus to go look for Tommy Lee. They found him sleeping on the roof of the bus, naked, "with a seagull sittin' on his ass".
--Wearing dead animals as part of your prom outfit is wrong in 10 million ways. MURDERER! MURDERER!
--The concept of a good DJ at a Swampscott High event is contradictory and, thus, would never happen. Last night was no different.
--I shouldn't have wasted time worrying that my date wouldn't know anyone there, because a) Chris actually conducted himself quite admirably and b) something like half of the people there were either in another grade or from another school entirely.
--The prom is like every other school dance you've ever been to, except you have to wait a long time in line to get your picture taken. You also have to spend more money on dress/hair/etc. Ugh.
...and finally...
--If Liz had been there, it would have been much more glorious.
So, that's what I learned at the prom. Err. Ya. A thoroughly educational experience, as you can see. It wasn't entirely horrific, but I can truthfully say that I'm quite glad it's over with and I don't have to go to another one.
Next time in the Feline Anarchy blog! Things I should have blogged before but didn't because I'm a bad person! Mini golf insanity with Jess, Liz and Megan! Part 2 of the nocturnal driving adventure of me, Noah and Jason! My journey to Brookline!
Or something else entirely! i am such a bad blogger
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