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My high school's prom is tonight. I never got to got to prom, I always went to the afterprom, but junior year I think I was too full of shit to go alone, and senior year I was vegetarian and didn't wanna pay $60 for mashed potatoes and salad. Come to think of it, I didn't really like going to dances that much anyway. I always had some amount of fun, and I'm not like any kind of social troglodyte or anything, but after freshman homecoming I just never wanted to go. There's something about watching people dry-hump in a cafeteria that's really off-putting. That and the music was kind of terrible. And I didn't really like most of the people I went to school with.
I still cannot believe I was the only person not wearing a fluffy ballgown there. Sheesh. Well, this 'hardcore lesbian' (who had just had a baby, and was sniffing around me, even though I'd told her it wasn't her, it was the fact that I was with someone already) wore pants and a shirt.
I wore five inch boots, fishnets and garters, a skirt I made myself, a slim ballgown style made of layers and layers of tulle with silver metal stars attached, a fishnet top with.. crazy irregular fishnets, and a fkoor length PVC coat with a tight fitting top half and an open, flowing bottom half. Yes, it was horribly ununiqye gothiness, but I liked it, and I couldn't believe no one else had even tried something different.
They were clearing the stairway to do the prince.princess.queen.king thing. No one was on it, everyone was looking at it, and here I come wandering aimlessly down the stairs with a cup of spiked punch in one hand. I realized a lot of people, the principal included, were staring at me with various levels of shock.
I looked down. ! And I couldn't just zip up my coat, since I was holding the cup. So I very calmly reached up and pulled the two sides together, than calmy and regally decended the stairs. At the bottom, I handed my principal the cup, zipped up, grabbed it from him and went on my way.
Recently my school had a prom and one of the people in charge of it was trying to get me to go, and I was just like "I refused to go to prom when I was in high school - what makes you think I want to go now?"