My one night stand with the redhead...
Prom night...god, the phrase conjures up so many memories, most of which involve me in a primitive sort of mating dance with and overdressed and often half-wasted teenage girl. This year wasn't bad by my own personal measure of formal dance disappointment. Shit, I ended up on Prom Court. Who the hell would have guessed, huh?
My tux fit like a damn glove at the store. Too bad it didn't drape the same way when I got it home. I couldn't wait to see my redhead, beautiful thing...210 horsepower red Mustang. yeah, for all y'all who thought I was working another angle in my title, I got you suckers. I loved the car like crazy, spent all Saturday behind the wheel, just feeling the rush of driving a muscle car for a day. The dance was ok, got to actually dance...fergie, jessica, kara, courtney, sean's girlfriend ashley, and the highlight of my dance floor experience, Natalie Carter (fistbump to my imaginary homies). I had to walk with the court, which was at first in shambles, then shaped up. Laurie and I were complaining about posing for pictures, then since we both have such long ass legs, we had to walk slower across the room, and then we both hated the stupid slow dance song (we're just picky i guess). Midnight bowling plans fell through, and I took the Mustang out for one last ride before coming home and taking comfort in a rerun of Firefly.
Strange that that night may be the last time I ever see some of those people...
I'll miss them all.
My tux fit like a damn glove at the store. Too bad it didn't drape the same way when I got it home. I couldn't wait to see my redhead, beautiful thing...210 horsepower red Mustang. yeah, for all y'all who thought I was working another angle in my title, I got you suckers. I loved the car like crazy, spent all Saturday behind the wheel, just feeling the rush of driving a muscle car for a day. The dance was ok, got to actually dance...fergie, jessica, kara, courtney, sean's girlfriend ashley, and the highlight of my dance floor experience, Natalie Carter (fistbump to my imaginary homies). I had to walk with the court, which was at first in shambles, then shaped up. Laurie and I were complaining about posing for pictures, then since we both have such long ass legs, we had to walk slower across the room, and then we both hated the stupid slow dance song (we're just picky i guess). Midnight bowling plans fell through, and I took the Mustang out for one last ride before coming home and taking comfort in a rerun of Firefly.
Strange that that night may be the last time I ever see some of those people...
I'll miss them all.