Prom 2012.
Senior Prom 2012 (me left, J right)
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Prom

Why am I excited? It’s against my moral principles to be excited about anything, let alone a socially overrated event like prom.
The excitement started when I was casually chilling at the Slam It reunion (to which only 3 people showed up) and I got a call from my date asking the color of my dress for his tie. It was such a business-like conversation and yet I’m making such a big deal out of the fact that he said he missed me and he can’t wait for tomorrow. It should be pure fun, all the ivory satin, glitters, the red carpet, and aching feet from sky-high heels. I just hope we don’t get any bullshit from close-minded people who can’t accept that we can go together and have fun like everyone else. I’d be glad to hold hands to piss them off even more.
Then there’s the deal with the after-party, which we typically can’t agree on. It doesn’t make a difference for me because I’m going over to my girlfriend’s to spend our last night together before she leaves for the States. It just doesn’t make sense to me that everyone’s so bogged down over how to get their hands on alcohol, as if there can’t be a party if everyone’s sober; as if the whole point of the after-party is to do things that no one wants to remember afterwards.
We’ll see how it goes.




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