I held such great expectations *wink* for my prom night that my subconsciously Americanized dream crashed silently before my eyes that night. Maybe it had been falling down for weeks and the actual prom night was just the ultimate realization that I had been letting myself be fooled by unrealistic teen soap opera dreams. I didn’t even have a list of things I expected, I just thought it would be the wildest night ever. We would be dancing on the tables, the guys would wear their ties around their heads, and we would all suddenly become party animals.
But you can’t be a successful party animal when you dislike two thirds of your high-school mates and you can’t dance on the table when you are irrationally shy. Not to mention how boring it is to spend a night with a group of friends that has been recently split in two. The guys could have worn their ties around their ankles and it wouldn’t have made a difference. It was not even a boring night. It was just the most ordinary night ever. I hardly have any memories from it (and I only drank water).
However, there can be a very touching side to Prom night. One of my friends had his Senior Prom two nights ago and we all went to see him, then we decided to sacrifice 25 euros *cries in pain* to go to the party with him and celebrate together that we were all pass high-school. Our own dear little prom King was Charlie, who made a point of getting his 25 euros back in Alcohol. Now, this is a person who doesn’t usually drink we are talking about, and he happened to have three glasses of Whiskey on a row. I am not exaggerating. He seemed to feel super-cool and manly about it, even though we warned him several times that he would be mad drunk when it got to his head. But he is the kind of person to learn from their own mistakes, so we couldn’t stop him from spending his Senior Prom Night *with capital letters* drunken as a bloody Irish sailor (not that I have a problem with Irish sailors).
Honestly. Walking this Trial-and-Error learner home at 4 am was not a bad time. It was more inspiring than our prom was, and there was something really deep about one guy carrying his mate and then both of them singing together. At least a lesson was learnt and we all went through this one little problem together, which is much closer to a life-changing night appropriate for a teen book ending!
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June 22, 2008 at 6:15 pm
Prom sucks big time. If I ever have children, I’ll tell them it’s ok for mom if they don’t go xDD
By the way, Irish sailors can handle their drink very well xD
♥ Irish