Plus, my sister just posted a prom photo of us on Facebook and it's the only one I have, so the timing was good.
|That's me on the right, being lame.|
Prom was actually pretty fun. I asked a guy I'd had a huge crush on for several months, then lost interest in when he called me one night to ask for my best friend's number so he could take her to the winter formal. I was devastated. But I got over it, and we were still friends, so I asked him to prom and he said yes. My sister went with one of my brother's best friends, and my brother went with his girlfriend, and we all took a limo together, which was really cute. Prom itself was okay - my date tried to kiss me at one point, on the dance floor, and I was so mortified I kind of ignored him the rest of the night. I never told him it was because I'd never kissed anyone before and didn't really want my first kiss to be in front of the entire school. (And I was also still bitter about the whole best friend. So may be not ENTIRELY over it). I danced with a few people, mostly hung out with my sister and brother (we're triplets, in case you didn't catch that), and for the first time in my entire life actually felt kind of pretty. Plus, I was super excited because we got invited to a party after - and I NEVER got invited to parties in high school. We dropped my poor drunk date off on the way home and that was that.
So that was my prom experience, folks! I can't believe it was fourteen years ago. Ironically, I'm going to a fake prom this weekend. And I promise, the photos will be just as lame.