Names changed to protect the innocent:
1987 - I was 16 - junior prom (no senior prom at our school - we had a senior “dinner-dance” which I had to skip because of section IV track and field championships).
Spent too much money on a great black “Gunny Sack” dress (spelling?) that I wore once.
My two best friends and I were not planning to go, but when Maggie got asked by our friend Chester, she made me accept an invitation from this guy named Perry, and Sheena ended up going with an acquaintance named Mark. We couldn’t agree on a place to go to dinner (Maggie, Sheena and I planned this whole thing - the guys were not involved) because Maggie was so freakin’ pretentious she vetoed every single place we could afford. So we cooked dinner at Maggie’s house (her parents kindly stepped out for the evening), having a horrible time throughout, then we got dressed and finally made it to the prom at 11:00, just in time to line up for the procession and crowning. We stayed for about an hour, then went home and changed in to regular clothes. We piled into Chester’s father’s Volvo stationwagon and cruised around. Very small town, so not many parties to choose from. Maggie vetoed all the parties we might actually have had fun at, and dragged us instead to a heavily chaperoned no-alcohol party. We stayed about 1/2 hour. At this party, during a trip to the bathroom, Sheena and I decided to switch dates, so I got Mark and she got Perry. Poor Chester was stuck with Maggie. Then we piled back into the car and spent HOURS driving down back roads arguing about where we would go next. Finally we stopped off at Perry’s house and his mom was nice enough to give us a couple of jugs of cheap white wine, which we drank while driving around (we were 17 and immortal, of course, so thoughts of dwi never crossed our pea-brains). Then we went to the gravel pit and spent time climbing piles of sand and rocks. Finally we went home at 6am and went to sleep. Lousy night.
Prom night was one of the important moments in the history of my friendships. We eventually stopped hanging out with Maggie, and Chester, Sheena and I became inseparable until college. I still think they are the two most important friends I’ve ever had.
Chester, Sheena and I eventually realized that if we had just ditched Maggie we might have had a good time, but we were all too intimidated by her.
I had been hooked up with a nice girl whom I took to the hideously overdone dinner and dance. Then I took her home at midnight, sighed, and went home, even though the festivities continued for another (I’m not joking) twenty-four hours. Ah, the defining moments in the life of a junior faggot…
Went to 2 proms. The first one I went to with a girl that had just broken up with me. (We were still “friends”… Gah.) At least I looked gooed enough to make her regret breaking up with me. I must find another purple tux.
Second was a sad event. There was a tax measure, so the school was doing everything it could to make itself look poor. Even though we were the richest district in the state. So… senior pics in the yearbook were in black and white, and prom was held in the gym. Yuck.
No band… I think one of the teachers DJed. Refreshments were punch and hard candy, but they ran out quick. At the time, I thought prom was supposed to be important, so I was pretty pissed at the school district.
On prom night the BIG BAD BOOTY DADDY got down and made the ladies heads spin round and round. Hehe just kiddin. I never went to prom (any of them). I wasn’t part of the in crowd at school(no popular), and I didn’t have a girlfriend back then. I remember on senior prom night I got high and hung out with my friends. Pretty exciting huh?
For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism.
I was busy trying to see that 396 people loved the food, the music, the DJ, the prizes, the hall, and were generally having a good time. And trying to keep the peace, I had very good security, though some people came very drunk, like usual.
My friends kept telling me to sit down and
enjoy my food.
I had a good time though, didn’t get laid, didn’t get drunk, high, actually bought booze for the hotel later, and never drank it.
I got to the hotel, took a shower and went to bed
When he was ready, it was already far too late, to go back.
There will never be another.
He is lost to me, as surely as if he had died.
Standing alone, I stare into the flames trying
to remember what went wrong.
So this 16 yr old girl I’ve been talking to has invited me to her senior prom, given that we still talk by then. (She’s in Louisiana, I’m in Oregon. Nothing going on here folks.) I’m actually thinking of going, partly because she really wants me there (I keep telling her she’ll get over it) and partly because of the humor in being a 25 yr old guy at prom. Oh, and partly because my own prom sucked, and I’ll have the means to give her one she won’t forget. (Hell, if I’m gonna fly 2000 miles to go to a dance, I’m gonna go all out.) She’ll be 18 by then, so I’m not worried about any negative outcomes (She swears her daddy doesn’t have a gun, and she lives in the south so this kinda thing is normal).
Anyways, for those who were able to sort out the parenthesis, would any of you want to go to another prom? And do it right, maybe? (given it went wrong the first time?)
I got Strepthroat the night before, so I pretty much felt like garbage.
I was on antibiotics, so I couldn’t drink.
The fever wore me out so I couldn’t dance.
My throat was swollen so I couldn’t eat.
I skipped the after-parties so I could sleep.
(apparently I was sleeping with one eye open)
Oh, and I forgot my camera.
On the plus side, I had the best dress.
That was a well-plotted piece of non-claptrap that never made me want to retch.
Saucy, you’re sad tale reminds me of a Norman Rockwell picture of a girl sitting in her bed, kleenex and medicine apparent. Her hair done up, red nose from a cold and her prom dress hanging on the wall.
I skipped my prom. I didn’t like the people I went to school with in the sunlight, I certainly did not like what they became after dark.
I was also too cheap to buy a dress to wear it once.
i actually, thinking back, regret most of my formal (that’s what we call it here…we like to be difficult)…everyone in school got a room at this hotel but we, there were 5 of us, were one of the few to go to the room ahead and almost everyone else from the school had nothing but hassles getting in…i went with someone that i had just started dating…first real boyfirend at that…i ended up spending a good chunk, if not all, of the after-party time with him (minds out of the gutter kids) and not nearly enough time with my friends…at the time i was ok with it, it being a new relationship and all. to this day, i don’t remember too much detail, but i never do…only thing i know, i wish i had just gone with friends, no date. i felt guilty leaving him or dragging him around to the rooms of all the people i knew…and i ended up feeling guilty i didn’t spend enough time with everyone…on the plus side, i got to take part in two other after parties later that month, his and his friends’, one of which was dating one of my best friends, ms. i-got-strep-throat (see her post above).
my grad was oh so wonderful. my escort was someone i worked with and had never really talked to before. i just sort of knew i should ask him, and yay, what a decision.
after watching a noodle leave it’s slimy trail while rolling down the front of my silver dress, we ate some yummy yummy food and listened to my very talented classmates as they sung, etc.
the formal dance was next, and i, quite surprisingly was able to get mr. escort on the floor where i taught him the bird dance and to polka.
after thedance we went to a pub where we gambled fake money and had tarot readings done. my reading was way too accurate and scared my escort from getting his own, and all my fake money was stolen.
my escort and i skipped the whole party extravaganza and hung out at a park instead.
he took me home at six the next morning, and now i miss him.
the end.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
That’s what I did on Prom. Among other things (her name was Melissa, the hottest girlfriend I’ve ever had teh pleasure of um, nevermind. Don’t tell Chris, okay?) It ruled. One of the best nights of my life.
I went to three Proms. The first was with a friend of mine who lived in another town. She didn’t fit in the little redneck town (had only moved there the year before) and wasn’t dating anyone so I went with her. I was only a sophomore so I thought it was cool. I looked like a dork in my rented tux. Nothing big that night - she and I later (in college) had an on-again, off-again somewhat dating relationship, but she was a Biology major preparing herself for Med School so she kept herself busier than elves in December. My junior I went with a friend. She was also uptight and I was driving so no drinking. Pretty dull. Still didn’t get home until 6:30 in the morning.
My senior year, I took another friend. Nothing much there. Took her home then went to a party of friends who had already graduated - got drunk, got home somehow. Like most night in a small town with not much to do, the night usually ended like that : got drunk, got home somehow.
My date and I met up with our friends at the Fairmont Hotel, which was awesome. I had a whole hell of a lot more fun that I thought I would have. Afterward, we went to a hotel party and watched a stripper embarrass the hell out of a friend of mine.
The worst part actually was about 8 months after, when the girl began to blow me off, go figure.
Another question: How many of you still know your dates to the prom?
First prom night (two years ago), I invited the only girl in my class still uninvited. We went to the prom, she left early to go somewhere and get trashed. I still wasn’t drinking, so I went to the sober party and fell asleep on the front porch.
Fast forward a year. Once again, invited the only uninvited girl (sense a pattern here? Yeah, I’m lazy). Went to the prom, went to the same house I went to last year, only now I drink. Problem is, due to piss poor planning, there’s nothing to mix the bacardi with. I don’t get drunk.
On whole, the first prom was better.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
My prom night sucked. I had dreams, like most high school kids do, of having this magical, romantic night. It was something I had thought about since I was a freshman. But I went dateless all through high school, so when it came time for prom, I went with a guy “friend” who couldn’t get anyone else to go with him. There was no limo ride. We walked in the door, got our picture taken, and then he disappeared for the rst of the night. About half the girls there were wearing the same dress as me. I sat at the table almost the whole night.
After the prom, my, um, date, and I went to this fancy hotel where all the kids who were having a prom that night were staying. I was the only girl in a room full of men who had absolutely no interest in me. They were all drunk. I watched them act like idiots until I finally fell asleep.
And that was my lovely prom night.
You know you are a vet nurse when: it’s 4 AM and you are out of creamer for your coffee, so you use kitten milk replacer instead.
*OP’er note. As evidenced here by these posts, I do believe that proms may be highly over rated and only provide parents a chance to go back in time vicariously through the activities and youth of their children.
One of the few to be personally welcomed to the board by Ed Zotti.
My then girlfriend’s prom junior year was uneventful unless you’ve heard of a band called Pantera. They had played a dance that year and the school asked them back for prom. We saw them in a hotel ballroom playing Van Halen and Loverboy songs. Who knew?
