Lissa -I’m sorry, but that sounds just awful. How is any of that fun?
And you can’t go swimming? Ye gods–what is wrong with PacMan or (insert pinball game of choice here)?
That must have been one sour faced crowd of teens.
Our prom was held at a hotel in the city (I’m a suburbanite). I went to prom with my gay best friend, danced with another girl’s boyfriend, ate terrible food (really really bad) and had a pretty good time.
We went to my house for after-prom because it was 1. free, 2. non-alchoholic (non of us were really drinkers) and 3. separated by two floors from my parents, so we could be as loud as we wanted. We ate chocolate covered strawberries, lots of pizza and drank way more soda than can be considered healthy.
The next morning, my mom made us pancakes.
It was fun.
It is not an official thing at all. Our high school actually frowned on any sort of post-prom activity. Unlike graduation where we had a lock-in event that nearly everyone attended (refundable deposit), there is no school sanctioned post prom event. I live in a wealthy town less than 30 minutes away from the nearest shore town with a swimmable beach. Most of my classmates parents rent or own a house at the shore, so it has become an unofficial tradition to pile into cars (or finish off the limo rental) and head down to these houses after prom.
Went to a couple of proms. Crashed one.
Ended up in Seaside Heights after 2 of them, drinking, smoking, smooching, hanging out on the beach, general teenage debauchery.
There were two parties in people’s houses so nothing too wild happened. Mostly everyone just fell asleep. And then our poor mothers made breakfast for us… on Mother’s Day. How awful were we??
Same here, except in my high school almost no one owned a house on any beach.
Hmmm… I don’t remembver a whole lot of what happened, but what I do remember is lot of booze and a good amount of sex.
It wasn’t. The only reason I attended the proms was because you’d get the Third Degree if you didn’t.
Nope. You weren’t even allowed to swim with the opposite sex after school hours. If someone reported that you were doing something contrary to school rules on your own time, you could be expelled. (And busy-body snitching on other people’s kids was a dearly beloved recreational activity for many parents.)
Our prom dresses had to be in dress code-- two inches below the knee and could be cut no lower than two finger-widths below the collarbone. (And the teachers would acutally press their fingers against your skin to check.)
As an aside, our cheerleading outfits were the same-- huge bulky sweaters and skirts below the knee. We were required to wear shorts beneath them, but weren’t allowed to do any flips or splits. Cheerleading was compulsory for girls, who were not allowed to participate in sports.
Anything that was not overtly Christian was forbidden by the rules. Even things that were Christian but might seem like they weren’t, like Christian rock, were forbidden.
Some were, but many weren’t. The Believers were the sour-faced ones. The kids like me that had a healthy sense of humor and were slyly mischevious were okay.
It was nominally a Baptist school, but believed that anything done just for fun or pleasure was sinful. I kid you not when I say they made Ned Flanders look like a godless heathen. At least Ned’s character has a kind heart. They didn’t.
Well, at least you’re handling it like a man 
Junior after party was held at the house of a friend whose parents were out of town. I remember general cameraderie, weed, and lots of tequila. And then throwing up lots of tequila. In the sink, because someone was in the damn bathroom. In fact, I recently was contacted for the first time in several years by said friend over one of those social networking sites, and this was the first thing she mentioned. My legacy. :rolleyes:
Senior year after party, about 20 of us rented a house on the river for the weekend. On the off chance that whoever it was who thought it would be a good idea to rent a house to 20 drunk and horny 18-year-olds is a member of these boards, I would like to say, formally, that I’m very sorry, and what the hell were you thinking? I remember not having drunken sex with my date (in retrospect, probably a good thing), even though at the time it had seemed likely (at least, to my horny 18-year-old male brain).
My junior prom was held in the school gym, I went to bed shortly after the prom, and I only attended because I was royalty.
My senior prom was held elsewhere, but I skipped it (in spite of being royalty) in order to attend my uncle’s wedding.