Last night I had a dream that Casey and I went to prom together. It was far and away better than my actual prom experience. In my dream I had those fun butterflies in my stomach and we actually liked each other! I was wearing this awesome off white strapless dress and a green wrap.
My actual prom? Let's just say I have some nice pictures from that night, but in these photos I look far happier than I actually was, due to my immature date ignoring me and hanging out with his sophomore friends at their own table. Then, he ditched me right afterward because he had a "curfew." HA! That's what I get for panicking, and asking someone for fear I wouldn't get to go at all, and not waiting to be asked (girls, you know what I mean, right?). Casey apparently had his own not-so-nice prom experience: "My prom was waiting in the picture line for two hours." At least I got to dance with my friends a little bit! (Janet, if you're out there, thanks for making the night fun for me. You rock.)
Here's what propose-- we all share about our prom experiences. C'mon. It'll be fun.
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The story of the first girl I asked to prom and how that attempt crashed and burned is a classic. But since you asked for 'prom stories', I'll share what actually happened when I went with a good friend:
I had a great time! I had flown into town from DC hours before and was sleep deprived like few other times in my life.
It should be noted that when I'm tired I am either (a) cranky or (b) goofy.
Thankfully, I was the latter. And just how goofy was I? Well, let's just say at dinner I had our table of friends laughing out loud with tears in their eyes and the entire restaurant taking note wondering what in the world was going on.
Oy, prom. I have OK memories of prom. I got asked by the guy I had a crush on, and we had a decent time. My virtue remained intact, I met curfew, but I was a little lonely at the dance because my date wasn't friends with my friends. I'd had more fun at homecoming when I went with a big group of friends and didn't know that my date (different person) liked me...
My favorite prom memory was of a guy who came in a gorilla costume dancing along with everyone else. That and getting to pick the fabric for the prom dress my mom made me. I think I still have the dress...
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