Am I lost?
I wake up at 11:06 already late to the day of work ahead of me. A quick shower and a comb of my hair (not knowing that this combing wouldn't be good enough). I eat the biscuits and gravy from a new gravy mix, needs more sausage. We drive to Dierbergs to get the cosurage, twelve dollars for three little flowers seems unrasonable, why on earth did I pay that? Bobby told me he payed twenty and he got two flowers on his, I guess it could be worse. Its three o'clock and shes supposed to be here at four, I better get changed. The tux feels nice compared to most suits, most suits are overly hot, but the inner shirt of the tux is remarkably cool, letting the air flow in and out with a nice sensation every time I take off the dress jacket. She calls, late as usual, 5:15? No skin off my back.
Five thirty rolls around and I call her. Shes been crying, but on her way. She gets her at 5:40, her mom went insane over me not being brought over, but her taking photos only over here. Odd, she was supposed to be at Sara's, no matter. Time to force a smile, Ugh, I don't care whats in the background get it over with. Five fifty, and we leave, photos of the make-up and hair are thrust at me in the form of a digital camera. Sara looks Mexican? Fifty five dollars to get your hair messed up? Jesus Christ. What a waste of money to have it done, declare you hate it and have your makeup guy fix it. Ugh, at least shes driving nice and slow.
Arrival, at six, god we are always late, the dance is at six thirty to seven-ish starting, why does no one bother to be on time to anything? Photo after photo, Aaron looks nice, Sara does look Mexican. Its probably just the change emphasized by the yellow dress. That hat is ridiculous looking, there is a theme to prom? Why is every theme, every prom has revolve around wearing Suits and Tuxes? Does no one have a truly original theme? Why has there never been a theme like, you are a starving artist struggling to get by, or you've just been fired and divorced within the same week of each other. That would make for some interesting dress up. Much more original too. I don't know how to act like I am just her friend, we've been dating for nine months, yet the slightest hint can't be displayed in front of anyone who might suggest it to her Mother. They have to have some sort of clue that its the case...Smile, Smile Smile. Allison and Slovo are hear. I wonder why Adam always calls him slow-mo...well that didn't take long to figure out. Disgusting yellow teeth, ugh. Off to driving, god why can't she ever drive slow? OH MY GOD! She almost ran into two different cars, and if the other person hadn't seen us she would have. Jesus Christ, I feel sick. No its no big deal I'll be fine.
At the hotel. People are checking in and I suddenly feel low class. Why is this at a chain hotel like this is somewhere nice? Do poorer schools have senior dinners at Denny's and dress up for it? I hate feeling really poor, oh well. Already here. Appetizers eh? Lets see...cheese, fruit and soda? Thats it? Appetizer my ass. The cheese is pretty good thought, typical however. Nothing I haven't had before makes me feel a little better. It's odd seeing everyone dressed up in a tux, its clear who is a moron as they have conveniently given themselves away with a nice white beacon of a tux. Reed pulls it off thought, but hes the exception.
Dinner starts, the salad isn't something I am willing to taste. I hate it, so I eat the desert now instead. Ugh, shortbread? I was really wishing this was cheesecake, but strawberry's are excellent none the less. Dinner arrives, chicken and Jillian asks to get the vegetarian version. Her noodles smell so much better than mine. I want to try it, and she would let me, but it feels odd to ask. Enough with the pictures already, can we go five minutes with out the need to record this instance? Are we so scared that we will forget in a month, or a year? Or are you going to use this as a token of proof to show other people “yeah I was there”? Dancing starts
The dance floor is packed, next to no room is free everyone is around. I feel awkward dancing, but quickly see that the difference between a ok dancer and a terrible dancer is how much you notice them. Make a similar amount of movement as the people around you and you blend in, congratulations you win. To much or to little, and you stand out. You have failed. I do this for hours, the band is ok. Nothing special, it beings to get repetitive thought, how can anyone find this enjoyable for so long? Its the same thing over and over. Eh, maybe once in a while, I guess I just don't understand. Maybe I'd go back, but $65? jeez, seems a little much. Time to find something new to do. She seems happy, guess it was worth it.
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