For the Love of...“What About Prom, Blane?”

I hardly remember a thing from my prom except my awesome Audrey inspired black and white dress. Loved it. And the fact that it was held at Windows on The World which is no longer there. So sad. But the rest a blur. Now I'm so old I just went through prom night with my twins stayed up all night waiting up for them to come home. Torture. And yes, pre-prom was filled with "what about prom?" drama in my house. So glad it's over!

@KwanaWrites: You and your pix were the inspiration for this post, actually! I didn't go to Prom, my best friend Anthony got asked by this girl Elaine in his math class, and he caved. Idjit. I still make fun of him for it. Not that I'm good at holding a grudge, or anything.

That I did not go.

Lol. And I'm not upset about it at all. I didn't go on my senior class trip to Florida, either. I didn't see a point in spending that much time with people I didn't like who did not like me either. Let alone paying to spend time with them.

I hated high school. I got asked to Senior prom as a joke (a friend of mine and I both, by two guys in our class) and luckily I saw it for what it was because my friend didn't and wanted to say yes.

He called my freaking house (guy-who-I-had-never-spoken-more -than-two-words-to) to ask me again after I gave him a (admitedly) non-answer and I had my mother lie and say I was not home (which was pointless because she is loud and he no doubt heard her yelling at me) because I hate conflict (more so then than now).

I gave him a rather "cut direct" in home room the next day. He tried to make eye contact with me and I purposely looked away (even though there wasn't anything in the direction in which I was looking) lolololz

It's kind of funny looking back on it.