My Prom/After-Party Story. If I’ve left anything Important out, let me know.
(From here on people will be referred to by their first initial, pour example: “P is a good dancer.”)
Getting ready with my sister was a blast, I sat half naked in front of my back window, tempting fate while she did my hair, which turned out lovely. We ended up watching my neighbour take a piss outside, seemingly without a reason. Thanks to my handiwork, the make up turned out fabulous! I felt like a 1940s film star.
The actual prom was delightful. The theme was “Moonlight Carnival”. We had a cotton candy machine, a fortune teller (Who was really just A all dressed up), a stilt walker, beautiful decorations, and a great d.j. Somehow we landed the hall on the second floor, that had one wall which was all windows that looked out on to Riverside Drv. and across the Detroit River. It was beautiful. Prom committee really did a great job, down to the last detail, and the food was delicious! Roasted red pepper soup? Yes please!
Awards were given out, with the right people winning the right awards, and then the music started. I smiled at me. I just about fell over when he offered to dance with me; we haven’t spoke in months. Of course, Andrew and I danced our asses off. During a slow song, he left for the wash room, so I grabbed J, who confessed halfway through our dance that “This was the first time he’d slow danced with a girl.” Needless to say, my heart melted.
It was mutually decided that the dancing was over, and so we all parted ways for about an hour to drive out to C’s house for the party. Andrew and I drove N there, and stopped for McDonald’s on the way.
This is where the night gets a bit messy. I definitely drank too much, and I don’t remember much of what happened. I know I and myself talked for a very long two hours, and he apologized to me for everything that happened between us. I really couldn’t believe it. It’s odd though, I’ve been waiting so long for this to be resolved, but even after we talked, I still feel upset and betrayed. I don’t know much else about what passed between us that night. I’ve been told we kissed, and for all I know, it’s true. I also got a little too close to J, and thank goodness he has more willpower than I do, although apparently I was very tempting. I’m still figuring out what to do about these two messes. Andrew has been very understanding.
I ate a lot of M&M’s, and Crispers, and talked about the things drunk teenagers talk about. L fell asleep, looking like a child. It was adorable. JC had planned her seduction of G a long time ago, and it worked. Flawlessly. There was a lot of reminiscing, and I’ll miss you’s, which will probably get worse at Grad and that after-party. I think the best part of the night was seeing P with a booze in one hand, and a cigar in the other. It was classic.
I also vaguely recall taking a swig of whatever I was drinking while having drunken prom sex. I’m a classy gal.
The next morning was pretty hazy too. None of us wanted the night to end, and everybody seemed to pack up their tents as slowly as they could. Today, which is Monday, was a day-long walk of both shame and pride for me at school. I’ve been piecing the night together bit by bit. I’ve definitely learned my lesson.
