So prom was last night. And I’m a little hungover from life, not from anything else. Promise! “Get dressed up, not messed up.” Besides, I don’t need alcohol or drugs to get messed up; I’m already there.
Pictures was actual hell. I hate taking pictures, and I’m one of the least photogenic people to grace the planet. My best friend and I escaped maybe 40% of the pictures, and our excuse was that we “got lost”. Sounds about right. I got pictures with my 3 best friends, Nate, Bridget, and some other people. Unfortunately, I honestly only managed to look good in two of the photos. One of them was a sophomore girl; she’s precious. The other one was with my close guy friend. Yeah. I was trying to avoid that the entire time.
I saw him early while I was talking to Nate and Bridget. He was really surprised to see me. What’s surprising about seeing the entirety of our city at the only appropriate picture-taking location? I just smiled, nodded, and turned the other way. Then right when they were about to leave, I saw my best friend. And he was with them. And he insisted on getting picture. “No, I really can’t do this right now” probably wasn’t an appropriate response so instead, I just nodded with a fake smile plastered on my face.
So my best friend caused a scene and made us stand in front of what she deemed was a pretty area and took 10 pictures of the same exact pose. I was hardly impressed, and I wasn’t keen on being touched.
“Thanks Catherine! Will you send those to me or something?”
“I’ll send them to Wendi, and she can do that.”
“Alright, thanks! Bye guys!”
Clearly not thrilled.
So I explained the rest of the situation to Cathy in the car on our expressway drive. She also wasn’t impressed.
Dinner was actually hysterical. One of my favorite seniors, Cathy, and I facilitated our own conversation and had harmless fun ridiculing everyone else in the group. We were definitely just kidding, and dinner was full of laughter.
We went to the candy store across the street. They actually opened just for us; it was so generous of them.
Cathy and I walked back to our car and drove off to the dance. We cranked up the music because we were feeling really happy.
We met up with everyone, and surprise! More pictures. Was not thrilled about that opportunity. We walked into the dance, and we were really astounded. It was actually super classy. Half of the ballroom had food and tables to lounge at and the other half was the actual dance. They played good music, and it was really dark so you couldn’t actually tell how trashy people were being.
We had so much fun there. I can’t even believe it. We managed to spend over an hour there. When we found out the time from Maura, we panicked.
We rushed back to our friends and quickly said our farewells.
We got back into the car and drove back into town to a local coffee shop that opens until midnight. Just needed tea to wind down. We met one of my best friends there, Sean. He didn’t prom because of this awful girl…who happened to be in my prom group. He got there 20 minutes after we did. Yet another surprise, we saw the same guy I tried to avoid at pictures. Except this time, he was wearing a normal shirt and khakis. He was with his best friend and another close friend of theirs. I was beyond confused.
So yeah, Cathy and I turned up the music so loud and sang at the top of lungs to finish off the night.
I got home, and Sean had a mental breakdown. I addressed that situation before I went to bed. I feel so bad for the kid. He’s honestly one of the most talented, smart, genuine, and attractive guys I’ve ever met. For his senior year to be ending like this is honestly a shame.
So I woke up today and I literally did nothing. I was essentially half asleep the entire day. I finally decided to take a nap.
When I woke up, that kid I tried to avoid all last night texted me.
I got myself some coffee and ice cream to try and cure my upset and to motivate me to start my homework.
That brings me to here.
Prom hungover. And still upset with boatloads of chemistry and other homework.