I do. In fact, I know exactly where is he right now: lying on his waterbed half-naked and playing with a toy snow-leopard. Right behind me.
I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!
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I had a gorgeous dress (still have it, it’s still one of my favorite dresses) that I got on a 50% off sale with an additional 10% off because I found a tiny split seam 
Total cost, $50 for an almost $120 dress 
I went to two proms that night, actually. My high school rented out the Hilton for our prom, my date’s was at the Westin La Paloma (which is where I got married, years later). It was fun, the food was good, we had a lot of fun riding the Hilton elevator (many stories, very fast) … didn’t do anything sexual though.
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I have yet to go to prom…in fact, I think it’s in about a month. However, my mom bought me a dress (because it fit me, and nothing ever fits me; so when things do, we buy them) and said I had to go. So I completely agree with aha’s note about parents living vicariously through their children (come on…why else would she <b>make</b> me go?). My mother said she’d pay, so I plan to show up, get pictures taken, and leave (proms do seem so overrated, and I just don’t think I’d have any fun). Besides, I think my boyfriend would feel even more awkward than me (17/22…so, he went to my school, but before my time). I figure, as long as Mom’s paying, I’ll appease her by getting pictures, and then date and I can go hang out with friends. Does that sound like a good plan to you veterans out there in SDMBland?
I’m sorry, I guess my response was sort of off the topic. I seem to kill threads pretty easily for some reason–if this has occurred yet again, please go ahead and carry on.
what the fuck is there to think about…its your prom people…sheesh, you better go or you be regretting it all your life, not much to think about really… I had so much fun that night…I slept with my girlfriend that night, cruised around in a limo for the most part… just one of those things you have to do.
i remember my prom pretty good, it was only 5 years ago, this month…
i went with a guy who was friends with my friends’ dates (does that make sense??). I didnt really like him like that, I just figured it would be convenient, he could hang with his friends, i could be with my friends, etc.
the prom itself was okay, except for us choosing to sit up on this stage, and the food was buffet style…not fun walking up steps in a mermaid-like dress in 3 inch heel with a plateful of food.
after the prom was a different story. went back to a friends house for a party, took my first shot of JD, went to another party (left my date at the first party), came back to the first party much later, and ended up messing around with another guy (who was also at the prom), who I had a thing for several months back. I think I was pretty much wasted, b/c in retrospect, I would have never done that in my right mind. My prom date knew right away that I was with this second guy that night (he found us sleeping on the couch next to each other the next morning). He was pretty much pissed (but we werent even a “thing” anyway…). My date disappeared that next morning and I had to beg the guy whos house I was at to drive me home, b/c all my other friends i came with deserted me…
“I am so smart, I am so smart, s-m-r-t, i mean s-m-a-r-t”
helluva night eh Miss Monica…we sure got loaded that night, but you were awesome in the sack…
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Prom night a bunch of friends met at my place and drank champagne provided thoughfully by my parents, and dod all the dutiful posing for pictures. We piled into cars and did the same and my friend’s house for her parents.
We went to the prom, which SUCKED btw! We had the worst band I have ever heard. Noone danced except when the band took a break and the DJ did his part. When the actual prom was over everyone went to what we called a ‘Safe Grad’, which is a huge party sponsered by the school. They rented the gym at the university in town for us and everyone piled into buses at school and once you were in you couldn’t leave until 6a.m., unless your parents picked you up. We had access to all the different gyms and courts, the swimming pool, weight room etc. The food arrived every hour from various fast food places, and in the morning everyone piled into the bus for breakfast at McDonald’s and then back to the school where we were picked up by parents and went home and crashed until much later that day. We were so tired my parents let my boyfriend sleep on the floor in my room.
Two words: Inept fumblings.
I didn’t bother to go, and as for “regretting it the rest of my life”… hardly. I stayed home and read or something… I don’t really recall. The high school social scene was of very little importance in my life.
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Good story, Tomcat.
I went to my senior prom ( actually, it was the prom for my class at the school I been kicked out of they previous year - very small school, so they invited me anyway - what’s a little expulsion between friends?) with a sophomore whom I’d gone out with once before. I liked her, but there wasn’t anything major cookin’. I barely remember the prom; it was at a country club, she wore a blue sort of hippie formal dress and I wore a white tux. We didn’t get loaded. Average dance band, my date was a little intimidated because everybody knew each other and she knew only me. We had an OK time and went to an IHOP that was packed with prom couples for 4:00 or 5:00 AM breakfast and I took her home. The main thing I remember is that I talked to her for about 30 minutes at her front door, but didn’t kiss her goodnight (but debated it the whole damn 30 minutes - ah! high school).
And I never saw her again.
Until…
22 years later, she called me at my office (how she tracked me down I’ll never know) and asked me if I’d be her date to her 20th high school reunion. As I was attached at the time, I said I’d love to, but I really needed to clear it with the GF. GF said it would be rude to embarrass her by not going, considering she’d made the effort to track me down. We went; she looked exactly like she did when I last glimpsed on her front step that frustrating dawn nearly a quarter of a century past. I had a blast; I was truly surprised at the number of people who’d been in her class that I’d become friends with in ensuing years. She made it clear she was looking for a companion;…too bad I was attached (yes, my GF was waiting up for me). I haven’t seen her since.