Prom

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 guess that counts.

Oh, prom. I went my senior year for the hell of it. I was the only one there not wearing a store bought prom dress, or an expensive tailored dress... in the style of a store bought prom dress.

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.

I was upstairs in a corner, and hot, so I unzipped the top most of the way. My boyfriend certainly didn't mind. This revealed my fishnet top, my see through leopard print bra, and my DD's.

I forgot to zip it back up.

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.

Sometimes I admire myself.

I chose not to go to prom both years I could have.

My reasons was because I wanted to fully express my not-giving-a-shittness about high school. I wanted to ensure there would be no nostalgia for that institution.

My friends were so annoyed though when I went to their post-prom party they all dressed up in their best and me just wearing torn jeans and a t-shirt. Heheheh.

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?"

I went to prom for the first time last week. I was hoping something more would develop from it. Oh well. It was still hella fun.