let's make some illinoise
saturday night i attended santa susana's high school prom as zachary mullenfeld's date.
we had to stand through a short set of obligatory parent pictures.
we were akward and silly.
but we pulled it off.
i danced more at prom this time around, it was so much easier not knowing anyone out on the dance floor, nothing to worry about, so i could focus on pulling sweet moves all night long. i sucked it up and danced to terrible slow songs, and zak and i hummed the melodies to better ones so we could pretend the dj knew something. i met new people, i saw old friends. i smiled and laughed a lot. i made blunt rude political statements with a smile and nobody noticed the irony. we yelled at people for being sheep while dancing to the cha-cha song and nobody caught the joke. we drove away with the cartop down and sufjan playing, and smiled all the way to swingers diner. i got the pb soymilkshake ive been craving since san francisco. it started raining on the rooftop while we headed home, and everything smelled like dew on grass. i think thats exactly everything i wanted from prom night.