Rue, you know I love you like a, er, fellow human being, but I gotta tell you, you can’t pull off the beret look… and drawing on a pencil-thin mustache is just so not done. Not that I care… But as a fellow human being I felt compelled to shoot you down… er, I mean, help you out…
Argh!
This…THIS is what I get for going out of town this weekend. Arden Ranger wants to take me to the prom and I didn’t even notice! My deepest, most heartfelt apologies, my dear. [sub]Does the invitation still stand?[/sub] And it sure as hell better be a swing band!
:goes to the closet for black suit with red pinstripes:
Ooh! I gotta go get a new hat! Black fedora, I think, with a feather. Nothing too gaudy, though; don’t actually want to look like a pimp daddy.
Duran Duran. Feh. Indigo Swing!!
yes, indeed. I have not one but two eyes!!!
[sub] pez… do you think we can pull off this mother of all pranks? tee hee! I can’t wait! **
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*Originally posted by LindyHopper *
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Ooh! I gotta go get a new hat! Black fedora, I think, with a feather. Nothing too gaudy, though; don’t actually want to look like a pimp daddy.
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Why not?
I’ll wear some snazzy red number.
Of course the invitation still stands! Who else would I want to dance to swing with?
And, yeah. Feh. I do not want to have those Eighties flashbacks again.
The clothes, the big hair.
The horror!
Stupid stupid stupid!
Um…
What I meant to say was, well, er…
Doyouwannagopromwitme?
No, wait. I can do this.
:deep breaths:
So, wanna?
[sub]Dang.[/sub]
OK, here goes…
Arden Ranger, if you’ll go to the prom with me, I promise you we’ll be the swingin’est cat and chick there. We’ll dance circles around the rest of 'em; they’ll look like they’re wearing lead weights. Please say yes.
D’oh! That’s what happens when I try to work when I should be posting; I get answered before I ask the question.
I’m honored; want to get together and practice? Got to look sharp so we can really wow 'em.
We can practice when the swing band is practicing in the gym.
Show these people how it should be done. 
[sub]I’ve got a date with Lindy Hopper! I’ve got a date with Lindy Hopper![/sub]
I believe I’ll be going to pezpunk’s and BNB’s Duran Duran prom. Yeah, I like swing music, but who can argue with retro 80s? My date is the fabulous LoverBoy, of course. (What would retro 80s be without Lover Boy? ;))
As for my pet monkey, Redboss, I have but only one question: Would you like to touch my monkey? Touch it! Love it!
The only other thing I have to add is make sure there are no chaperones! Whoo! No parents! Par-tay!
I’ll tell ya who can argue with retro 80’s.
Someone who’s already had an Eighties prom. With the clothes and the big hair and the horror.
Gah!
:::ever the practical one, longhair slips into the mechanical room and bypasses the fire alarm smoke detectors so RueDeDay’s fog machine doesn’t summon the fire department. mutters to self “a 4.7k resistor across terminals 5 & 6, a diode in series with the fan shutdown circuit…”:::
Err…
Lindy? Would you mind terribly if we just came long enough to get our pictures made and then we blow this popstand?
I’ve got a really bad feeling about this…
Rue, my dear, these
… are words to live by. Maybe we could get them printed on balloons in the prom colors!
So, when’s this shindig? Not that I want to go, of course. Dances, feh.
Well…maybe, and just lean against the wall pretending like I’m cool or something…
Works for me…I’m sure we can find a swing club (no, not that kind, you pervs!) around here somewhere. There’s no way I’m going to pass up the chance to see you in a red swing dress. And I’ve already bought the hat!
Besides, I’ve already done the 80’s prom too; two consecutive years (1986 and 1987). I’m over that (although I must confess that I still like the music; I think almost everyone likes the music they grew up with). Anyhoo, we can still…um…practice if you want…
Well…uh…
Yeah, I’d like that.
My parents aren’t home right now…
Woohoo! Score!
Um…
I mean, um, OK, if you want…
[sub]Woohoo! I’m goin’ over to Arden Ranger’s house![/sub]
See ya in an hour.
My feet are like wings!
I’m with DynoSaur. When is this thing? I need to know. Of course, for my prom, no one asked me, so I didn’t go. My night out was fun, but I missed being at the dance.
So, anyone want to take me? Please? If you do, I’ll, I’ll, um, do something to make it worth your while…
Damn! That sounded too desperate, didn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have opened my mouth. I should have just stood here like the dork that I am, crying at the fact that everyone else has a date and I don’t. Ah, pffft. Forget it. Maybe I’ll just come alone.