The Beginning of the Rest of My Life

[dotinthesky]

It was my Prom Night yesterday. It was supposed to be the best day of my life - the day when the cool kids finally recognised how amazing I was as I stepped onto the dancefloor and showed them the dance moves I'd been practicing in front of the mirror for the past two weeks. It was the night when everyone would die of jealousy when I showed up with two hot dates hanging from my arms - teqkiller and purplethings. I'd swirl them around the dancefloor to the tune of "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go", a circle would form around us, and everyone would clap and applaud us. Then, at the end of the night, I'd be crowned Prom King, and my two dates would fight it out in an oil wrestling ring for the title of Prom Queen. It would have been the most AWESOME night of my life.

Things started going wrong when the limousine rental service called my parents and alerted them to the fact that someone was trying to rent a limo with their credit card. I had my ass grounded for life and it was really only thanks to much pleading that they allowed me to go to the prom ("your last night of freedom until Armageddon, or Leyton Orient wins a football match - whichever comes first".)

I had to call my dates and explain that I wouldn't be able to pick them up, that it was better if we met at a bar near the venue (one of the only places in this godforsaken town that doesn't ask for I.D.) Get some drinks in before we had to pay the exorbitant prices for watered down fruit punch. I couldn't get a hold of one of my dates - assumed that I'd see her at the party, or she had found someone with a proper limo to drive her home - but I figured I was still doing OK by going with teqkiller.

She was wearing a beautiful polka dot dress that would have killed all the envious cheerleaders. We sat at the back of the bar and drank 59 bottles of beer. And we gossiped about the popular kids in high school. And we talked about our favourite TV shows. And we talked and we talked. By the time we stumbled to the venue, it was nearly time to go home. The line to get in was huge because the Principal made the mistake of booking a place that didn't fit the whole senior year. We stood at the line and noticed that it wasn't moving. We peeked through the windows and noticed there was nowhere to sit, and people were spilling out onto the smoker's area. With a shrug, we realized our prom night was over before it had even begun, and the best way to salvage the night was to drink another 59 bottles of beer at a nearby sports bar. We hoped purplethings made it to Prom Night and was having the time of her life for us.

I went home alone. I should have been carrying the Prom King sash. And I didn't get in to any of the colleges I applied for. My life sucks.

Comments

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, it seems like the kind of night that's too popular. I don't think I'll be trying it again. I like my 80s anonymous, and badly attended!

[canudiglett]

I think we should definitely try Electric Dreams some time next year.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

I'd be up for that. I think they'd play music more to our taste - new wave, new romantics, post-punk, etc.

[purplethings.livejournal.com]

Actually, yes. I don't think it would have been good if there was no room to dance properly.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

And people not wearing the proper outfits! It just looked like any other club night in London.

[naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com]

I laughed, I cried, I sang "Don't You Forget About Me" quietly to myself whilst reading that entry.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

You just had a Molly Ringwald moment.

[purplethings.livejournal.com]

HAH! Sounds like we both had a lame time of things XD

[I have to admit that after being turned away at TEN PM lillian and I sulked [this may have involved crying] on a park bench before getting on a random bus in a haze, having no idea where it went]

WE MUST MUST MUST make it to the next one! At 5-to-8!