And you can tell all of your friends (or I will) that:
Prom - - What a disaster.
I was the official president of the I’m-sick-of-my-date club, the vice president of the If-my-date-touches-me-one-more-time-I’ll-vomit club, AND the treasurer of the I’m-seriously-about-to-throw-myself-off-of-the-balcony brigade. I’ll say I was the over achiever of the night. Hands down.
Dan really grossed me out last night. I don’t think I even want to see him on Monday. I don’t feel like going into detail because that would take too long and I’m tired, but just know that I spent most of my night trying to get away from him. He would -not- get off of my ass. He was making me extremely uncomfortable and he just wouldn’t leave me alone. I was about to rip his hands off - seriously. He claims to be miraculous at reading people - well you think he’d take a hint (or twenty) when it’s being shoved in his face. Literally. I wasn’t just whining “Oh, please don’t do that…” and politely easing his hand away from every part of my body, I was -shoving- the kid. God. Go away. Apparently because I was his “date”, he thought the he was entitled to all ass grabbing privileges. Oh, and in the car on the way over while I was putting on my dog tags (which were hidden in my purse because my mother insisted I not wear them because they don’t match my dress…) he gave me this look and went:
“You’re actually going to wear those tonight?”
“Yeah…you didn’t think you were special did you? That I wouldn’t wear them tonight because I’m with you?”
“No…I guess not.”
“Good. Okay. Just making sure there’s no gray area there.”
I planned on taking tons of pictures last night. I took one. I had two cameras on me and I took one picture. If that says anything to you at all about how my night went then…you’re doing well .
Leave it to me though, to find a secluded area in the midst of hundreds of people. People never look at the details. There was a door leading out to a small area on the balcony…it over looked the ocean and stars were so damn bright. My two comfort zones at once? Nice. I sat there for about ten minutes before Bert walked out found me. Leave it to him to find me. I could hear his grin from a mile away.
“You know, they ran your picture up on the big-screen. You looked hot as hell but Dan looked pretty dorky.“ He and I have a very unique relationship. We sat there and talked for a while. Apparently while he was locked up he heard that I was dating Adrian and he was informed of the recent break-up. However, Dan’s been on Bert’s shit list for a while now and him not being able to keep his hands off me was pretty much the last straw for Bert. He’s coming up on twenty one pretty quickly and he’s the most protective guy friend I have. Brad was the next one to scope me out.
“Hey…I’ve been looking everywhere for you.“
Followed by Dee-Dee. Basically everyone I’m even somewhat close to on more than just an acquaintance level found me out on the balcony. Sick of our dates. Wanting to leave. The music blew, by the way.
So we all left a little early. I got a ride home from Brad and that was that.
All and all, prom sucked big time.
On the bright side: I was dubbed "the hot chick" with a pimp cane. Akward yet ego-boosting.
Okay, so as far as pictures go, I only have the one I took of Bert. However, I know handfuls of people who were snapping pictures of myself and others all night long. I’ll see what I can scrounge up off of their cameras. I know for a fact that there’s a very sexy picture of me and Kayla, a pretty hot one of Bert and I steaming up the lens again , and on and on the list goes. Oh and a couple of me and Dan but I can crop him out.
Alright everyone. Fork over those pictures.
And goodnight.