PROM 2006
As all my avid readers will know, I'm a student at Johnston Community College in North Carolina. However, in my high school years many of my friends and associated were in grades below me, so that when I graduated and was free to leave the bounds of childhood behind me, they were forced to surrender to the powers of youth and authority for the following years to come.
Over the past few years it had always been my promise to Samantha, a very good friend of mine I've known for almost five years now, that I would go to the Senior Prom with her when she finally became a senior in that old school of mine. Well, that time came and I kept my promise with her -- even though I was now a freshman in college.
I went to my junior prom, I went to my senior prom and, unexpected as it was, it's just as expensive the third time around.
1. $100 for a new suit
2. $35 for a black fedora I decided not to wear
3. $60 for the tickets*
4. $70 for new shoes
5. $33 for dinner
All in all it was rather beautiful. Of course I kept it simple; no colorful ties or vests, no canes and, as I mentioned before, no hats. Just a black suit and a black bow-tie; I looked more like a clone of James Bond than anything else...simple and elegant.
Although I would like to make a small note of one fellow who I admired for his suit of all duct-tape.** Really the best outfit there. One guy wore a black sailor's outfit, like an evil Popeye, but he just looked gay, not cool.
It was held at the lovely North Carolina Museum of History in Raleigh, and it was the first time I had ever visited the city. It's a wonderful place, and to someone who's never really left Smithfield it was like visiting New York City. I was rather uptight all night long, feeling awkward as I was surrounded by teenagers seemingly having sex on the dance floor,*** but later in the night I was more relaxed and began having conversations with the statues outside the museum.
Dan Hand was there, also graduated, and we talked for a short moment before he left about him desiring us to start a band; I pleasured my mind with the idea for a moment and decided it would never come to fruition.
After midnight, when the DJ packed up and went home, I layed between two columns outside and gave passing words of advise to the students who were leaving such as, "Don't put the condem on crooked or it'll shoot off like a slingshot in her vagina," or, "When you wash your winkie in her kitchen sinkie, don't be silly -- wrap your willy!"
* I realized when I got there, though, how I really didn't need them seeing as how easy it would have been to just walk on in through the crowd and not be noticed.
** He's a video game designer, of course.
*** I think I saw penetration.
Over the past few years it had always been my promise to Samantha, a very good friend of mine I've known for almost five years now, that I would go to the Senior Prom with her when she finally became a senior in that old school of mine. Well, that time came and I kept my promise with her -- even though I was now a freshman in college.
I went to my junior prom, I went to my senior prom and, unexpected as it was, it's just as expensive the third time around.
1. $100 for a new suit
2. $35 for a black fedora I decided not to wear
3. $60 for the tickets*
4. $70 for new shoes
5. $33 for dinner
All in all it was rather beautiful. Of course I kept it simple; no colorful ties or vests, no canes and, as I mentioned before, no hats. Just a black suit and a black bow-tie; I looked more like a clone of James Bond than anything else...simple and elegant.
Although I would like to make a small note of one fellow who I admired for his suit of all duct-tape.** Really the best outfit there. One guy wore a black sailor's outfit, like an evil Popeye, but he just looked gay, not cool.
It was held at the lovely North Carolina Museum of History in Raleigh, and it was the first time I had ever visited the city. It's a wonderful place, and to someone who's never really left Smithfield it was like visiting New York City. I was rather uptight all night long, feeling awkward as I was surrounded by teenagers seemingly having sex on the dance floor,*** but later in the night I was more relaxed and began having conversations with the statues outside the museum.
Dan Hand was there, also graduated, and we talked for a short moment before he left about him desiring us to start a band; I pleasured my mind with the idea for a moment and decided it would never come to fruition.
After midnight, when the DJ packed up and went home, I layed between two columns outside and gave passing words of advise to the students who were leaving such as, "Don't put the condem on crooked or it'll shoot off like a slingshot in her vagina," or, "When you wash your winkie in her kitchen sinkie, don't be silly -- wrap your willy!"
* I realized when I got there, though, how I really didn't need them seeing as how easy it would have been to just walk on in through the crowd and not be noticed.
** He's a video game designer, of course.
*** I think I saw penetration.
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