What was your after-prom like?

Finals are ending soon and college seniors are preparing for graduation as May begins. Being home this semester, the start of my favorite month was marked by my younger cousin’s talk of prom preparations and plans. Watching her run around and stress out about everything and argue about whether or not she gets to go to the shore afterwards reminds me somewhat of my senior year. The main difference was that I did nothing in a timely fashion and it did not get stressful until the date got stressed out.

Looking back at it, my prom was a very enjoyable experience. Though the actual affair was nothing spectacular, the after-prom made it a memorable night. While we were taking pictures outside, the sky was beautiful but we could all hear thunder in the distance. Everyone just hoped for the best and we ended up getting very lucky. As soon as we got to the hotel, it began to storm violently for the next 3 hours. My most vivid memory of the reception was all of the guys huddled around a cell phone watching the progress of the Nets game in the form of score updates. There was some dancing and eating and picture taking mixed in there too but it is mostly a blur now. After we left the hotel, the limo took us to my friend’s house where we all changed out of our tuxedos and bagged them so that his mother could return them in the morning. Then we grabbed our suitcases and headed back to our limo that was waiting to take us to the shore. When we got to Seaside, we all piled out and tossed our stuff into the house and wandered off to investigate our classmate’s parties. After exhausting ourselves and splitting up, I spent sunrise on the beach tossing around a frisbee. Our evening concluded with us passing out while trying to stay awake through a live World Cup match broadcast. The rest of my weekend was all about bbqs and the beach. All in all it was a delightful experience. What did you do after your prom?

Part one of my story is what I will tell my kids when they ask me about my prom. The following will most likely be omitted from my anecdotes about the weekend.

I was in a prom house with six girls and my three best guy friends. These are magical odds if you are a teenaged boy. I had recently broken up with my high school girlfriend and I was ready for some reckless teenaged action. No one in our house was that big on drinking at the time so the natural substitute for drinking games was games that involved stripping. We managed to add nudity and sex to more board games than I thought possible. Prior to this weekend I would have never imagined strip Scattegories or strip Pictionary for that manner. Every team game was guys versus girls and to the victor went both bragging rights and a nice assortment of undergarments. Needless to say, the guy team got embarrassed in every competition. I feel like this is a giant conspiracy and girls practice these games or something. Two lines should never give away an answer in Pictionary, I don’t care how good of friends you are, two lines never equals “the Statue of Liberty”. Despite the repeated affirmation that girls are smarter than boys, it was a great weekend full of hook ups and debauchery. Nothing beats a houseful of bored and horny teenagers. Those days will surely be missed.

After-prom? Reception? Hotel? We just had a big dance in the gym, and afterward we split up and went out to a late-night breakfast with whomever had cars.

(I went to a pretty wealthy high school, but this was back in the 1970s, I guess things were different . . . )

After-prom for me was pretty much like Eve described it, except everybody went to the country club for a big breakfast and more dancing. It was a big deal to stay up until dawn. Ah, the seventies! Powder blue tux, ruffly shirt, black satin bowtie and powder blue cumberbund …*

*What were we thinking to think that looked good!?!?!? :smack:

I called it a reception because they fed us but I guess it should all just be referred to as prom. There was no way that we could have fit our class of 650+ in the school gym even if we tried so it was in the ballroom at a local hotel. This years senior class has to have their prom at some reception hall an hour away because they are close to 1,000. Mainly the OP is my way of figuring out how widespread the whole after-prom thing is. My cousin’s hometown is an old shore town so everyone there also goes to the shore after prom.

Drank gin, ate lilacs, threw up purple, got poured into bed.

I haven’t had gin since.

I was the grateful recipient of some enthusiastic, albeit unskillful, oral sex in the back seat of my Mustang.

More or less like Frosted Glass said … senior prom aftermath was a drive down the shore to a friend’s dad’s house (with supervision–but we drank anyway, friend’s dad even provided the keg). I vaguely remember somebody ending up in the Manasquan River at 4 in the morning, but that’s about it. We didn’t care about being fancy or trendy, we just wanted to have fun.

Middle-class high school, late 80s era, prom was held at a schmancy-type hall and included a meal that no one ate. There was a small percentage of kids with Very Cool Parents who had hotel parties after, and a somewhat larger percentage of kids who stayed up eating at Denny’s until dawn, when the grand pilgrimage to an amusement park in nearby Ohio occurred. Nothing official, our after prom stuff, and the number of kids having/attending hotel parties and amusement park goers combined was still less than half of the class. After spending all that cash on dresses and tuxes and flowers and shoes and hair styling and tickets and photos…most of us were tapped out!

Prom-held at the Palmer House downtown Chicago. Dinner and dancing, formal attire.

Prom night-spent at my sister’s apt (she went home for the noc).

After prom-at the Michigan Dunes, hungover and sunburnt.

All in all, meh.

I’m glad I went, but I can see skipping it.

It was amazing. This one kid’s parents had a place out in the country, and everyone went there and partied all night. Drinking and music and naughtiness, and it was impossible to get in trouble because the closest neighbors were too far away to hear anything.

Or so I was told.

My best friend got so drunk at the prom that she passed out cold, so I took her home instead.

I went to a Christian high school. Our proms and after proms were always painfully lame.

We weren’t allowed to dance, so the prom consisted of eating a shitty catered dinner, then milling around and talking, getting pictures taken and generally killing time. All grades were invited.

The first year, for after prom, we went roller skating. (The rink was having Christian Music night, otherwise we never would have been allowed.) The second year, we went to a putt-putt golf course/arcade, but we weren’t allowed to play any of the arcade games except for the driving ones. The third year, it was held at a resort, but when you’re not allowed to swim (“mixed bathing” was a big no-no) and can’t play any of the sports or games, it’s not so fun. It was a couple of hours of just standing around.

The first time I went, I think we went and hung out at any 24-hr store we could find. None of us were into anything else, really, but I still had a great time. Nothing naughty happened - didn’t much care.

The second time, I went home. Again, no debauchary occured, as far as I know.

This year, I’m not quite sure who I’m going with yet, what I’m wearing, or what I’ll be doing afterwards. Since it is in about a week, I should probably figure it out. There most likely won’t be anything sketch happening, although I probably should try this year to go somewhere.

Obviously, I have a lot of fun going. I know a place that rents for around 40, the tickets are 30, so it isn’t prohibitively expensive with budgeting.

I drove us to Denny’s. Then I drove us to my date’s house. We had sex. Then I drove myself home. Pretty typical weekend night. :stuck_out_tongue:

Funny story. My prom wasn’t all that remarkable, just far too many black people packed into far too small a space, to quote my friend Faida. And the DJ really sucked.

Anyway, a few weeks before, I’d made the FUBAR mistake of making out with a girl. Who was not my girlfriend. A girl who I knew through friends. I eventually smoothed it over with my girlfriend, and the two of us went to Prom.

Now, between the smoothing over and Prom, I thought to myself, “Wow, you know what would suck? If both my girlfriend and my temporary make-out partner were both at the afterparty. Man, that’d be awful.”

And then God said, “GOOD IDEA!”

So, there they both were, and I, overracked with guilt and awkward feelings, took off, claiming stomach sickness from Applebee’s earlier. Apparently there were no fights or death in my absence, thankfully. I honestly pictured a knockdown, dragout catfight occuring. Thankfully, God was paying attention to something else when I pictured that.

Anyway, yeah. Afterparty was the suck. Odd factoid, the TMP? Is now the current girlfriend. Who knew?

What is this ‘after-prom party’?

Clearly, I was not sufficiently ‘in’ to be invited to such at my high-school prom. As far as I can remenber, there was no ‘official’ after-prom party at my high school, so if any occurred, they were private affairs.

Prom after-party? My date, who I had been saving myself for, smoked all of my weed, hardly said a word and wouldn’t so much as kiss me. I have unfortunately been constantly forgetting to send her half of our prom pictures to her for almost two years now. Ooops…

I don’t think there was one. At about midnight the formal ended and everyone just went home.

Jeez, how many times have you been left back in school?!

I have a young face, so no one really questions it if I constantly change my haircut.