So, I survived prom. It was a lot of fun, though I have to say, I don’t think I was at all myself. I mean, I just felt so weird having to go. I know I was putting up a personality that’s not really what I am…so it was odd, is all. That and I have the definite “it’s prom night!…being geeky at home with friends!” attitude in me from the start. Knowing me I’m surprised I ended up going in the first place, except for the fact that I told myself I should go just once, seeing as I’ve never been to a formal dance and it could be fun. That and it’s Jeff, and there’s seriously nobody better I could have gone with. Except maybe Nagano *absurd laughter*
So, it started off with me coming home from Eva’s house around 3:45pm, freaking out because I needed to get a lot of crap done, as well as get dressed, all by 4:15, when I was to be picked up. AAAaand, my parents weren’t home. But then my mom got home, and cleaning crap up took a lot faster than I thought, and Jeff called to say he’d be about ten minutes late, anyway, and all was sort of well with the world. So anyway, Grand March supposedly started at 4:30, and Jeff didn’t actually show up until about 4:45, so we ended up 3rd to last in line. I have to say, whoever set up Stroud did a damn fine job. Very park-like, indeed.
So, we drove back to Jeff’s house for dinner. We ate while listening to Tchaik 6, Symphony Pathetik, performed by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and talked about CYSO, CIYS, music, people, etc. Neither of us are the dancing type, so we postponed going to the dance until about 9:30, giving us a chance to watch The Red Violin. Excellent movie. I’d only seen like…a scene of it before last night. I think if it’d been me by myself on a different occasion, it might have depressed the hell out of me. After that we went to the dance, at Miller Park, a really nice place for prom, I think (I just have to mention, it was ASS cold. Like, 40 something out and raining. I think it should have snowed, just to be really extreme in messing with our heads). Jeff and I are (once again) non-dancers, so we danced for one song, a slow dance of sorts. It was sort of weird to see all these couples being so serious when so many others were just having fun. My personality is the exact opposite of the serious-ness, which willed me to want to run around shrieking and throwing stuff to stir things up (WAHAHAH–*choke*). We sort of swayed for YMCA (*middle of YMCA* “CRAP! I can’t SPELL!”) and a couple other songs, and then just walked around and talked to people until we decided to head off to afterprom. We got lost on our way out from Miller Park. We took one turn to find ourselves behind an incredibly slow car, and then took another turn to get away from that incredibly slow car. The next thing we knew, we were on a narrowing road where the speed limit was 55. Oops. So we had to take two slight detours, but managed to get back to Jeff’s house with plenty of time to spare.
Afterprom was a lot of fun, too. We spent about an hour playing Black Jack with Mr. Reeser. I wasn’t doing too bad, I had over $500 worth of chips when Jeff told me that he “felt lucky”, and convinced me to bet all my chips. Yeah, that didn’t turn out well. But it gave us an excuse to leave and do something else. The go-carts weren’t really go-carts, but trash-cans with wheels. I got one that somehow didn’t want to turn at all, so I almost fell off multiple times while turning. I had to leave by about 2, so I didn’t get to see the hypnotist (imagine Doug Borst speaking gibberish, and Jen Dawson having to translate.
Yeah, that was prom. Good times…