Seriously, people, my high school life could have been made into a movie starring Molly Ringwald. But, no, I was not even THAT cool. There has to be that nice moment when the dorky girl looks pretty or gets the guy.
And that never happened around here.
I only have pics from one prom to show you because that is the only dance I went to in high school. No Mistletoe(Christmas formal), morP(backwards prom) or homecoming(which no one dressed up for anyway, unless you were on the court- though I did go one year because I had to do a story on it for the newspaper- yes, I was THAT girl). Oh, and no junior prom for me.
I didn’t date in high school. Lots of guy friends, but no boyfriends. Stupid ass guys who told me after graduation that they wanted to ask me out….yeah, thanks for telling me THEN, when I didn’t give a rat’s ass.
I only had a date for senior prom because my friend Angie talked this guy in our Spanish IV class into asking me.
It was actually really cute, the way he asked me. In the middle of our class(with 6 kids in it), he slid his desk over beside mine and asked, “So, will you marry me? No wait, wrong question. Will you go to prom with me?”
He actually was quite a cutie.
But, as prom got closer, he was missing a lot of school. He was really sick, but not going to the doctor because he didn’t want to find out for sure that he was contaigous because that would mean that he couldn’t go to prom.
He did make an appearance on the day of the prom- we only had to go to school for a half day on prom day- so that he could take me.
For our prom, we had to go to the school that night and walk across the stage as couples, and then we had a short amount of time before we had to all be at the hotel for check-in, where they patted us down and strip searched us for alcohol or anything fun like that. Not that I drank back then. Ever. And I’m actually being serious here.
We had dinner there, and dancing of course, and then various other crap: we were locked in until 5am.
Yes, my dress was GOLD sequins. That, when the light hit it, reflected back all the colors of the rainbow.
I’m only sad that I don’t have any pics here of my hair, so that you can see that there were gold beads criss-crossing the back of my head. Really. Oh, and about 2 bottles of aquanet were holding it in place. It didn’t move.
And, my mom did my make-up. I NEVER wore any back then and my mom had the heavy hand of an 80s punk rock stylist, though my prom was in the 90s. I was shellacked.
And, seriously, people, WHY did no one tell me to pluck my damn eyebrows? *Shudder*
Oh, and I weigh less now, after having three kids, than I did for senior prom.
I actually didn’t have the worst time ever at prom, though it was far from “one of the best memories ever.” I actually did get to dance with the boy(NOT pictured) that I had the HUGEST crush on from 8th grade through freshmen year of college. *SIGH*
Not that it started a romance or anything. THAT would have been Molly-Ringwald-movie-worthy.
My poor date was usually nowhere to be found for most of the night. He was exhausted and majorly ill.
He ended up at the doctor’s that next morning and found out that he had mono. He didn’t come back to school for the rest of the year and I never heard from him again.
Because of the horror of posting my prom pic, I do have to show you that THANK GOD high school wasn’t my peak and repost the pic of me at my 10 year college-reunion. Because I was a hot mama then. Okay, not really, but still, a million times better than my prom pic! I’m seriously pissed at myself for not having a million pics of my hot size-0 24 year-old self who paraded around in a bikini all the time. Damnit.