a mass gathering of young people in nice clothing.
Today, i plan on putting on my overpriced black rental tux, just like many other young males of the homosapien species, most of whom attend the same educational institution as i, that arent too sure how enthusiastic they should be about taking a plethora of seemingly identical photographs in someones front and/or back yard.
.i will then proceed to dinner, not in the customary limo of friends. Nay. i plan to travel about town in the comfort of my freshly vaccumed '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender, while my fantastcly laid-back prom date, Bolu Adeyeye, enjoys herself in the passenger seat (which will be vaccumed with precision care so as not to soil her apple green-with-gold-flowers-that-match-my-vest-and-tie dress in even the most minute manner). After eating at a rather high class restaurant, which i usually wouldn't find myself eating at on a sunday afternoon, we will proceed to go to our final prom destination behind the limo filled with all our giddy prom friends as the two of us follow in sheer contentment that we oh-so-frugally decided that my ordinary day-to-day mode of transportation (a '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender) would accomplish the task of getting us to our junior prom just beautifully. once we arrive, and after I force myself to remain composed after realizing that a valet has just taken my '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender and parked it for me, we will walk inside while i watch everyone think that everyone else gives a rip about the clothes they have on, when really when everyone else is thinking the same exact thing they are. (for some sick reason i hope to find utter enjoyment in watching this circle of mild selfishness take place in abounding amounts tonight).
i plan on thoroughly enjoying myself, yet i stand waiting to be proved wrong.
i will now proceed to clip my finger/toe nails and shave the scruff.
.i will then proceed to dinner, not in the customary limo of friends. Nay. i plan to travel about town in the comfort of my freshly vaccumed '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender, while my fantastcly laid-back prom date, Bolu Adeyeye, enjoys herself in the passenger seat (which will be vaccumed with precision care so as not to soil her apple green-with-gold-flowers-that-match-my-vest-and-tie dress in even the most minute manner). After eating at a rather high class restaurant, which i usually wouldn't find myself eating at on a sunday afternoon, we will proceed to go to our final prom destination behind the limo filled with all our giddy prom friends as the two of us follow in sheer contentment that we oh-so-frugally decided that my ordinary day-to-day mode of transportation (a '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender) would accomplish the task of getting us to our junior prom just beautifully. once we arrive, and after I force myself to remain composed after realizing that a valet has just taken my '96 camry with a broken tail light and left fender and parked it for me, we will walk inside while i watch everyone think that everyone else gives a rip about the clothes they have on, when really when everyone else is thinking the same exact thing they are. (for some sick reason i hope to find utter enjoyment in watching this circle of mild selfishness take place in abounding amounts tonight).
i plan on thoroughly enjoying myself, yet i stand waiting to be proved wrong.
i will now proceed to clip my finger/toe nails and shave the scruff.