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Well! The weekend's over!! Prom has come and gone! And so has all the stress and stuff that comes and goes with it. I don't know about everyone else, but I thought it was kinda fun to get all dressed up (it was a first time in a tux for me). I thought prom was actually also a lot of fun for the most part. And when I say that I mean a lot of fun expect for getting pulled over right in front of the entrance. I see the cop's lights behind me and I stop the car. Immediately my mind starts rationalizing why his lights are on and why he is getting out. "It had to do with the breathalyzer. They caught some kid and he's just here to pick 'em up." But slowly he starts walking up beside my car. Until he's right outside my window and I hear those dreaded words: "License and registration." I open the glove compartment and fish out my registration. I reach into my coat pocket get my license and all I find is an empty pocket. I furiously pat myself down and start tearing apart the car in search of my wallet. I knew that I had it because I had just taken the tickets out and given them to Kim. He asks me if I know why I am getting pulled over and I tell him I don't. He tells me that apparently I ran a stop sign and almost hit his car even though I didn't see the stop sign OR his car. I'm a space cadet, but not that much of one. Meanwhile, all this happened right outside the entrance to the Crocker House (where the prom was) so I was attracting quite a crowd. To make a long story short (mainly because I was too hysterical (not crying, just hysterical) because I couldn't find my wallet to remember how it went exactly) he let me off with two verbal warnings: 1. for running the stop sign, and 2. for driving without my license. Someone up there loved me at that moment, that's all I know for sure. Because had I gotten a ticket, I would not being driving for a long, long time. When I finally made it into the Crocker House, my friends welcomed me with a round of applause. I've got the greatest friends.
Prom itself was also a lot of fun. At first, the DJ played only rap for like what seemed like an eternity and everyone just stood around, feeling kinda awkward, not brave enough to be the couple to break the ice. Once people started dancing, the rap was OK, only because you could do something besides just having to listen to it. A couple times, Kim danced with John S. (which was fine by me. I mean, 1. he's gay (and a good dancer, I'll admit) and 2. we were just there as friends) so I would run around to couples and start doing the Man Dance behind the guy until the girl would start laughing and then run away when the guy would turn around. Prom King went to Alex Molina and Prom Queen went to Alexii Steinman. Before the winner was announced and after, I started like 3 slow claps and chanting "Trent! Trent! TRENT!" We were all rooting for Trent Lima, but alas, he lost. Always next year! Around 10:45-11, Kim asked me if I could drive her back to her car at Joe's so she could drive home because she was tired and she did have an hour long drive home ahead of her. Of course, I obliged, and had an uneventful drive to Joe's (as in, didn't get pulled over). We said our good nights, exchanged good night hugs, and went our separate ways. I headed back to the dance and made it in time to catch the second playing of "Numa Numa". By the time it came on, they weren't too many people left, so Craig and I literally danced around the whole ballroom singing along and doing the dance. At the end of it, I was ready to pass out. But I was having way too much fun to care. Definitely a dance to remember.
The "Quizno's Subs" chain bothers me. While they have delicious subs, their marketing leaves a great deal to be desired. Mainly because their commercials deeply, deeply disturb me. I mean, they used to have those singing "things" which gave me nightmares, and now the other day I saw that they're rolling out those "talking" babies. You know the babies who mouths are moved using a computer like in "Babe"? Yeah, that's really creepy.
Happy day before your birthday, Mary!!
Prom itself was also a lot of fun. At first, the DJ played only rap for like what seemed like an eternity and everyone just stood around, feeling kinda awkward, not brave enough to be the couple to break the ice. Once people started dancing, the rap was OK, only because you could do something besides just having to listen to it. A couple times, Kim danced with John S. (which was fine by me. I mean, 1. he's gay (and a good dancer, I'll admit) and 2. we were just there as friends) so I would run around to couples and start doing the Man Dance behind the guy until the girl would start laughing and then run away when the guy would turn around. Prom King went to Alex Molina and Prom Queen went to Alexii Steinman. Before the winner was announced and after, I started like 3 slow claps and chanting "Trent! Trent! TRENT!" We were all rooting for Trent Lima, but alas, he lost. Always next year! Around 10:45-11, Kim asked me if I could drive her back to her car at Joe's so she could drive home because she was tired and she did have an hour long drive home ahead of her. Of course, I obliged, and had an uneventful drive to Joe's (as in, didn't get pulled over). We said our good nights, exchanged good night hugs, and went our separate ways. I headed back to the dance and made it in time to catch the second playing of "Numa Numa". By the time it came on, they weren't too many people left, so Craig and I literally danced around the whole ballroom singing along and doing the dance. At the end of it, I was ready to pass out. But I was having way too much fun to care. Definitely a dance to remember.
The "Quizno's Subs" chain bothers me. While they have delicious subs, their marketing leaves a great deal to be desired. Mainly because their commercials deeply, deeply disturb me. I mean, they used to have those singing "things" which gave me nightmares, and now the other day I saw that they're rolling out those "talking" babies. You know the babies who mouths are moved using a computer like in "Babe"? Yeah, that's really creepy.
Happy day before your birthday, Mary!!