word, nothing says “I’m a douche” than a tux with a piss stain.
Here is my date and I at the after-party.
My prom was a good time because of a strong circle of friends that I hung around with. My date, Gerri Daniels was a ‘nice’ girl which meant that I must not have turned her on enough to put out. Then again, back in those days, girls didn’t put out so readily beyond first base.
But because our high school was in a fairly upscale area, we had Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs (Wooly Bully) performing, so it was kind of a cool party. The prom committee did like a desert theme because of the band’s name, and the gym looked pretty nice.
The general practice was for couples to drive down to Jones Beach on LI after the prom and party on until sunrise. Some of my group did, but my date had to be home before 1, so I was bummed by that. But afterwards, a couple of friends and I hung out drinking up by the airport, bemoaning how we weren’t getting laid and probably never would.
Despite the roller coaster ride, I have mostly good memories of my senior year at HS.
A Crawfordsville High School prom is not complete until the seniors form a big circle - arms around each other - and sing “Jack and Diane” at the top of their lungs.
i had fun at both of my proms. not everything is as horrible as these bastids make it seem axilla
What I find crazy is how nuts these kids go afterwards. I’m in chicagoland, and some of these kids want to go up to wisconsin dells with their dates for the weekend. I wonder if the parents don’t care, or if they’re that naive… there’s no way in hell I’d let my kids go on a mini-vacation and get wasted and laid. Hell, there’s no way I’d even trust myself to do that.
give it a year dude
all you’ll be thinkin about is sex and gettin messed up
but try not to
just my 2 cents
That’s all I’m already thinking about, but I know I’ll want my innocence back as soon as I lose it. It’s my inner Holden.
I went to 3 proms and hated every minute of them. I hate getting dressed up and making a big deal out of shit and proms are the pinnacle of this debauchary…the only thing that may superceede a prom on the make a big deal out of nothing scale is a wedding, but I digress. The first prom I went to as a 10th grader, I ditched my non-drinking date to go to Krystal’s for food. The second, my junior prom was actually fun while we were there, but as soon as we all left I was so tired from all the hooplah, I literally fell asleep at the afterparty. I was however horrified when my date showed up wearing a tuxedo with tails, but he was a zaney guy and that was just par for the course with him. At the party at his house afterwards, I climbed in his bed by myself and fell fast asleep. I had my best friend wake me up when it was time for my curfew. My senior year was a repeat of junior year. I was again so worn out after all of the hoopla I had him take me home early and went to bed. I think I had prom so built up in my head that the simple reality of it all would never have measured up.
I dug up the evidence that I subjected myself to the torture.
10th grade, couldn’t find a pic of me with my date ha…yes, we did infact have 2 pianos at the time.
Junior year. That’s me on the far right with the bangs all in my eyes…totally recycled the dress from the year before.
Senior year. That’s my little sister in the back ground cutting her eyes.
nice pics ollie…
damn party kids
Oh wait, I found a picture of your man right here!
I didn’t have a date for my prom so it kind of sucked. Plus the girl I liked went with another guy, and it was the last time I saw her in about 5 years and now she’s married and shit. I don’t dwell, but sometimes I wonder.
I’m a senior now, prom is the 26, there was no junior prom so this will be my first. My date, she’s just a friend to me (I think she likes me more than that though). Rented the tux on Sat (need to get better shoes, I’m not wearing those patent leather monstrosities), need to call for the corsage today, need to buy tickets sometime this week, need to talk her out of getting a limo, need to decide where to go after (she has a 2 am curfew; her mom’s being a bitch)…
You know what’s really sad? Not even an hour after I asked her to prom I realized I had asked the wrong girl. The right girl… is right.
Prom is tomorrow night…
To update from the last post: bought some shoes today (marked down from $80 to $28), picked up the tux yesterday (why did they give me cuff links if they give me barrel cuffs and not French cuffs? what am I supposed to do with the cuff links?), payed for the limo today (wasn’t able to talk her out of it, but was able to talk the price down; I ended up paying only $50), I’ll pick up the corsage tomorrow (I’m not wearing a boutonni
dont forget yer trojans
godspeed brother
salutes
^word.
damn, i just read through the first page of this just now.
i must apologize to our younger members here on account of us (even slightly) older members being so depressing and bitter. Maybe you’ll have fun at your prom, who knows. You might be part of the population that has good fortune with that kind of stuff.
keep your spirits up kiddies!
(and hopefully you wont be one of us grumpy old men in a few years)
The real problems with proms is the expectations. If we could only just relax with them and treat em like a party where anything could happen, it would be a lot easier on us.
^word.
not going to prom was awesome.