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I was homeschooled. No prom. Dancing, alcohol and sex=Satan.

Love prom. My longtime girlfriend broke up with me a few weeks before, prompting a nihilistic despair cycle culminating in my asking one of the sluttiest girls in my class to go to prom. She turned out to be great fun the whole night, not just after, and also became a recurring pastime during summers between college years.

Prom theme: "Stairway to Heaven," apropos of nothing.

Man, she was great.

I remember, not prom, but one dance during those years that really sucked. It was Homecoming and I figured that it would be worthwhile. Turns out it's pitch black, the music is terrible and you have to pay for everything. Food, coat check not to mention I was surrounded by a bunch of sluts and skanks that made me want to scream.
I'll never forget such a terrible night.

I never went to my senior prom. I had asked my best friend who I had a huge crush on all throughout high school, who was dating this guy from another school who I felt had the personality of a wet dishrag (and therefore wouldn't go). After saying yes, she ultimately said no (I guess cause she knew I had ulterior motives. Ended up going to a party of college kids who knew my older brother and made out with a 23 year old.

The year before, when I was a junior, I did go to the senior prom. With two dates. So I guess it evens out.

My friends and I were too cheap to get a limo, so we all chipped in and paid some guy $100 to take us to our prom in his orange VW bus. The prom itself wasn't super-memorable. Not horrible, not the best. There was an after-party at someone's house though, which ended up being pretty fun.

We have two equivalents here, and I didn't go there when I graduated from high school. I wasn't popular, but that's not the problem: I wasn't known in the first place, and people who knew me didn't attend either. What would I do there??

The other one happened when I graduated from college. It's a tradition here as well, you pay for it in small amounts from the middle of the course up. I didn't, cause I didn't want to go, as the good sociophobe I am. Then, in the last minute, a friend of mine sold me his last two invitations about 60% off and I took my then-girlfriend along.

So... People paid for it for a long time and the band only played really bad music in a sucking, dark ballroom, with lots of disguting booze that made my classmates high in the first half hour. I think it's the only time I've had a great laugh by being part of such a bad thing -- and no fun at all, obviously.

Junior prom was scary (my first date ever, believe it or not), but by the time the official photos came back, I was on my way toward breaking up with my boyfriend and never picked them up. That's for the best, really, because it was 1985 in all of its permed-teased-plastered-with-makeup-Gone-With-the-Wind-dress glory. Remembering it is enough; I don't have to have the photos.

For senior prom I went with a friend. His mom was always afraid we'd date, although she was fine with us being friends (???). She actually said that to my mom, who accurately quoted me as saying that going to a dance with him would be like carpooling. And it was!

I went because I figured "When the hell else will I ever go to Prom?". I had zero interest in going, as did my two best friends at the time... So, just for the frick of it, they asked two girls from work (we all worked at a Pizza Delivery joint), and I asked a girl I'd kinda fooled around with a little. We went to the house of one of the girls, where her mom had bought steaks for us to grill out and a botle of wine for us all to split. The prom itself was in downtown Denver at some convention center or something, pretty blah overall... The after Prom at our high school was kick ass though, and we ended the night by watching the sun rise while soaking in a hot tub drinking beers we snuck out of her parents fridge.

My grammar sucks today. I don';t care. See? I'm not wven gonna correct the things Ijust screwed up on now...

Proms suck. My senior year, my ex-boyfriend stalked new boyfriend and me all prom night. We went to dinner, he followed us. We went to the prom, he seethed in his car outside. After, we went out to the beach, and boyfriend assaulted my car. Broke one of the mirrors off and bent my wipers. Dick.

I was the second choice for my date, and I knew it

our DJ sucked, his equipment kept breaking down and played more elevator music than anything else

our King and Queen were two complete jerks that not one group/click actually liked, we had a theory it all started out as a joke, and then it went horribly horribly wrong...
they were wicked smug about it too
I kept hoping somebody would go out onto the dance floor and punch them in the face

the bread was good tho

(BTW, I don't know what crossed my mind then, but I was completely dressed in brown, like a giant 6'4" turd. I guess I fit, then.)

All I have to say is this: Christina Aguilera played my prom. At the height of "Genie in a Bottle" hitdom. It was ridiculous madness, and my over-the-top ugly ass prom dress made the front page of my town's entertainment section.

I didn't go to my prom bc my boyfriend at the time, who was quite the snob, refused to go to my school's prom bc he didn't know anyone there, and he didn't want me to go with any of my guy friends bc he was a jealous ass. I totally regret staying with this jerk all through high school, and for letting him treat me like that!, but I've had a lot of cool experiences to make up for not having gone to my own prom.

Oh good sweet lord. Okay, here we go.

My friend's Mom died when she was in 7th grade. She's extremely emotionally fragile and constantly asking if she's ugly, stupid, pretty ect. On and on and on. I love her, but we all know not to mention her clothes, her looks or comment on anything that comes out of her mouth. She's like an emotional black hole. Well...

At our prom we noticed that one girl had a dress very similar to my friend's. And one of my friends took it upon herself to comment on it... over and over and over. I guess my first friend was already feeling really upset because she wanted her mom to be there to enjoy her prom and had an absolute freakout.
We had to leave early but got waylaid when our driver left her purse on the roof and it flew off. We never found it, she was holding my cash and I lost 75$. God I hated that night. The night dissolved into bickering, yelling, crying and accusations. I was always what you would call a 'cold fish' and could never really stand my friend's dramatics.
She knew this and picked up on my 'I'm over this vibe' and basically talked the driver into kicking me out of the vehicle. At 1 AM. No money. Many, many blocks from my house. My feet were bleeding profusely by the time I got home.

i didn't go to junior prom, but the theme was john lennon's "imagine".

senior prom was lame. i was (and still am) horribly shy and went stag. i thought i'd die of embarrassment in my borrowed dress that was 5 times bigger than i and no date, but i wanted to be with my friends and to see what it was all about...it was boring. the only good thing about prom was the theme: "don't you (forget about me)".

My dress cost $12. My aunts and girl cousins (and grandmother and a couple of uncles) got together and threw a party to do my hair, make-up, and nails, while heckling me mercilessly and drinking lots of wine and taking Before and After photos. (My gran brought me a rabbit shrug- thank goodness it didn't match.) My date was a friend (no "romantic night" pressure) who was a good dancer, and we split the limo with four other couples who were all just as fun. Dinner was quick and delicious. The music sucked, so we made fun of it all night. No one wore my color dress. My ultra-crush agreed to pose in a pic with me. My heels were glittery, but low enough that I could wear them all night. My camera had film left over. My abs looked great the next day from all the dancing, and the post-champagne eyes gave nothing away to the folks.

It. Was. Awesome.

For all you kiddies on your way to prom, do it like I did; go in a group of fun people, neutralize as much drama as you can beforehand, and remember- it's all about FUN!

/getting married "just us two"-style on the beach in a saree in two weeks.

I went to my senior prom stag with three girlfriends even though we all had boyfriends. They were happier, we were happier, win-win for all involved.

We went to Denny's before, a pool hall afterward, and after a 2 am trip to Taco Bell played truth or dare in a cemetary until the night watch guy busted us.

Awesomeness.

Prom blew. I had no desire to go but my friends eventually pressured me into it. I invited a friend to go with me, but unfortunately my buddies failed to mention that I'd be unable to join them in the party bus until about a week beforehand. Fortune smiled on me, though, and I was able to get room in someone else's limo for the ride there, or more accurately my date took care of that, though we initially had no ride home.

The afterparty was a weekend affair, but my AC had broken, so we were stuck driving down to the Jersey shore in sweltering heat and horrendous traffic, so not even the wind to cool us. I have retained only two memories from the weekend: meeting the person who was supposed to be my roommate at college, but had already switched rooms and awakening after sleeping on the floor in a puddle of some sort. I figured it best not to ask.

In the end, it was exactly the waste of time I'd expected. Although since it first introduced me to the funnel, I suppose it wasn't all bad.

Overall I'd say my proms were not that memorable. There is a resounding "meh" going through my head right now thinking about both Junior and Senior prom.

There is one thing though. Growing up in a rural Midwestern town (both the geography and the mindset) with exactly one "popular music" radio station (the other two were oldies and country) you get resigned to the fact that school dances are not going to have good music pretty quickly. The theme song for my high school's prom both years I went was "November Rain" by Guns 'n' Roses. The real kicker? This was in 2001 and 2002. You know... only about a decade after GNR's prime. The fact that the student body VOTED to make this the prom theme both years only makes it slightly more sad.

I didn't go to the actual prom but oh did I enjoy the festivities after. My friend who was suppose to go as my date felt bad because he couldn't pay for his ticket. I told him not to worry. Then one of my best friends opted out on the actual school event. So on a whim I bought a pair of $150 sneakers with my ticket money.

Went to the after party after working a full day of work. Got a hotel room. My school practically rented out the whole entire hotel. Many antics ensued, and lots of people ran amok. We pretty much hi-jacked the hotel. The 4th and 5th floor wreaked of weed. I was mashed beyond belief. I deserted my whole group of friends with my really drunk friend. We went from room to room and party to party. I vaguely remeber some inside joke about a tittie on the front door. Oh drunk people!

Some friends got arrested at the school event for having alcohol and weed, so they showed up half way through the night. I ran off with some "Gap" Kid (our version of the preppies) and made out with him in the stairwell. We got busted by some people. Then at dawn my friend busted onto the hotel roof. A whole bunch of us watched the sun rise. One of my girlfriends ran off with one of her older brothers friends and got busy in the supply room on the roof. He actually said to her "are you bout it bout it?" LMAO and she replied "yes"

At 6am I found a good friend in the lobby who was trying to dodge this crazy chick who was following him all night. Then I found my friend who was "bout it bout it". We went up to our room to find our two friends together. One who was the crush of "bout it bout it" girl.

She was crushed, her best friend and crush hooked up in our room. A room that we paid $80 each for, and didn't even spend time in. So then I spent the rest of the morning until check out time consoling her in the stairwell trying to stop her from banging her head off the wall.

Checkout time! My mom came to pick us up and took me directly to work so I could work the late shift. By the time I got gome from work I was too wired to even sleep. Ended up pulling a second all nighter. I stayed up for 48hrs straight. Definately a two day stretch to remember

Ahhhh to be so young and carefree again.....

I didn't go to my prom. Instead, on prom night a bunch of my friends went to Long Beach to see five bands on a straight edge bill (this was in 1989). The inside of the show turned into a gang fight, a couple of people got stabbed in the slam pit, a few more people got the living crap kicked out of themselves, everyone not involved in the fracas spent most of the rest of the evening along the perimeter -- we couldn't leave because people were rioting just outside to get in and the bouncers were too busy keeping people from coming in to let anyone out. Things didn't settle down until the fouth band (MDC) played. Oh, and some dude pulled a gun, although it was only one guy so he was overwhelmed and disarmed pretty quickly. And of course, I didn't get laid, which shouldn't be surprising given the circumstances.

So does that count as a lousy prom experience?

I got dumped at prom. By a boy I'd dated for 2 years. AT the prom. Well, in the tennis court outside the prom, technically. The worst part was, my two best friends went to a rave and had a great time, and I'd wanted to go with them, but he insisted on taking me to my prom (he was older).

I admit, my prom had the potential to be a lot of fun. I attribute the downfall of that shitty evening to one person, and one person only: my dumbass date. Normally, this guy was a social, comedic maniac. Think Dane Cook. And yet...he uttered maybe five syllables that night. I have no idea what caused his personality to retrograde to wet mop status. He seemed perfectly excited to go with me until the actual night.

His enthusiasm did return at some point...after he recognized one of his Starbucks customers and chatted it up with her for an hour or so. I finally, quietly ditched him at this point, only to receive frantic calls on my cell phone: 'Where did you go?! Let me come find you!' I still believe he set out to purposely ruin my evening, but I don't understand why.

Seriously, to anyone reading these who hasn't yet been to Prom: don't let anyone make you think you HAVE to get a date, or you fail at life (thanks Mom and Dad). You'll probably have more fun with just your friends anyway.

Julie -- No, his mom worked for a costume rental place. So he just decided, "Fuck you, prom", and went as Cookie Monster. Not the actual costume, though that would be awesome.

superEdna, I am so sorry. Something similar happened at my cousins wedding. One of her bridesmaids insulted the shit out of her, can't remember the exact phrase but I think she insinuated that my cousin slept with this bitchs boyfriend. And then flat out said she hoped they got divorced. And then she puked in the azelias. Seriously, we should talk about our worst wedding experiences. I would have you all on the floor.

Junior year I was on the prom planning committee and was so wrapped up in picking out the colors and the song that I forgot to find a date. Ended up asking my best friend who moved to Chicago 9 years earlier and he agreed. One week later he drove 8 hours to Ohio and took me to my prom. He loves that story because it makes him look like such a great guy.

Senior year I went with a friend who was a good foot taller than me, ending up with his crotch right at my midsection. Dancing with him was more or less having him hump my stomach all night.

At my school, the day the prom was held was usually a half day of school. Instead of classes, though, there was a big assembly and it was called Moving Up Day. Basically it was a big Seniors circle jerk. In order to go to Prom, you had to attend the assembly. I decided I wanted to sleep in instead, so I didn't end up going to my senior prom.

I did, however, get fixed up with a Japanese foreign exchange student the next year by my former English teacher. I went to her prom instead. That was kind of awkward when I ran into the ex girlfriend who had cheated on me a couple months prior, but otherwise a decent enough time.

My proms were actually ok. Junior year I went with my best guy friend, and Senior year I went with another friend I ended up dating for two years after. So they were ok, except I have no specific memories of either of them! (I wasn't drinking then either, so...)

Homecoming in the fall was always my nightmare. Freshman and Sophomore years I didn't get asked and watched Mystic Pizza and ate Doritos with my friends (much more fun, obviously). Senior year, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and actually asked someone myself. Turns out he had no balls and rejected me in NOTE format. Dink.

One more addition: Our proms were held at the Racetrack in Cherry Hill, NJ. Recent investigative journalism has revealed that MAD COW DISEASE was in the burgers served there during those years.

Thank god I was a vegetarian at the time.

My date got something resembling the stomach flu right in the middle of the prom. He tried to hide this fact and ended up looking and acting absolutely miserable for about an hour. This didn't end so well either.

At least he didn't hurl on my dress.

I broke my date with a perfectly lovely sophomore to take a fellow senior I'd been . . . doing something sort of like dating off and on for a few months. Her best friend was dating a college guy who couldn't go, so my date asked if she could go with us. I happily agreed as I'd carried a torch for her friend since we were freshman and she was much cuter. Plus, I figured, two dates: Double the odds I'll get laid.

We ate chinese food at a friend's house. I drove us all in my mother's minivan. I was home by midnight. I did NOT get laid. I'm not sure I even got a kiss. Goddamn this is depressing.

My senior prom was horrible. My date (who I had a huge crush on) got a girlfriend about two weeks before prom, so I didn't want to be his pity date and I canceled.

So still dateless I asked the younger brother of a guy I worked with, who I thought would at least make a cute picture. He was late picking me up, the flower thingy he picked up was pretty much dead. But those were small things compared to everything else.

So one of my the friends shows up to the prom with one of my exes. The first guy that ever broke my heart.

I was more than a little hurt.

Then leaving my date managaed to run into one of my friends cars.

Then fast forward to the after prom party at my house.

All of a sudden the girl who had brought my ex is making out with my prom date in my hot tub! Then his twin brother shows up and she makes out with him too. Then another ex boyfriend shows up to my party (who was never invited) So I spend the whole night avoiding my two ex's and watching my friend make out with my date.

Went to three high school proms, and three University Formals (and I'm Canadian...we have Prom here!)

High School Prom One: Fabulous
High School Prom Two: Not memorable, great after-party involving sitting on a friend's roof, drinking, watching stars with a ton of people
High School Prom Three: Fun, with a very strange after-party. Stayed at a friend's cottage, where she let me and my boyfriend have a room, but asked us not to sleep on the bed (WTF? Why give us a room?!?).

University Formal One: Awful. Had just broke up with my boyfriend, went with friends. Had a depressing, expensive time.
University Formal Two: Fabulous time. Went with a GREAT guy, what a gentleman... but no action after. I figured things out when he came out of the closet a year later.
University Formal Three: Went with friends. Was drunk and don't remember the details, but the pictures sure do look like we had fun.

I went to my grad with my on/off boyfriend. We did the ceremony/pictures/dance thing and then left to get changed for Safe Grad (do you do that in the states? it's to stop kids from drinking after their grad, but really it just turns the party to the day after).

On our way to get changed we stopped on the side of a deserted road for some prom sex. Boy-o forgot to bring a condom and I'm a big believer in safe sex, so we got dressed again and he drove to the gas station. He went in (in his tux) and asked for condoms. "A box?" asked the attendant... "No, I just need one." was the classy response.

We went back to our deserted road, did the deed, and he drove me to SafeGrad (where my Mother was in charge). He went home and the next night I went to a party with a bunch of college friends and hooked up with a hot 19 yr old who could sneak me into bars.

Fuck you all -

I graduated with Kobe Bryant of LA Lakers/asshole fame. ESPN made an appearance, Oh, and his date was Brandy (remember her? yeah, not so much). My "date" (now the gossip columnist for the Philly Daily News) spent the entire night trying to get their signatures on the yearbook. Then we tried to get served in Ocean City (which is dry town, and, no, my parents had no idea I was there). I was also taller than most of my class and hadn't grown into my nose/legs/hair yet. The pictures scare small children

I only went to one prom. (Senior prom was spent at Sizzler's with a friend, raiding the salad bar and talking. I had much more fun than I would have had otherwise.) A few days before jr. prom I had a terrible fight with a friend, and when I saw her at prom it was just . . . hard, and so I left the dance to collect myself. My best friend came out to get me, so my date wouldn't be dateless, but when we got back my date was dancing with BF's date, so BF and I started dancing. And I started crying because of everything, and BF's date reached over to hold my hand through the song.

So, it sucked, but it could have sucked a lot worse.

Prom could've been a lot worse than it was. Granted, my hair looked like shit because my stylist's daughter and I had the same dress, and she gave me the ugliest style possible, and gave her daughter the style I requested. That bitch.

I went in a group, and my boyfriend and good friend haaated each other. They spent the evening sniping at each other about what to do after we left. I spent most of the evening keeping them away from each other. I lost my corsage and during some song, I went to speak to BF and someone in the crowd farted so bad, I literally choked. I had to turn around and walk away.
After we left, we stopped off at 7-11 (good times, I know) got Slurpees and everyone went home.

No tears, no sex, no big surprises.

For my junior prom, dinner was at the 4 Seasons in Atlanta. Split the tuna (her choice) with my date, still $80 for the two of us. But a girl in our group stalked Rob Thomas (singer of Matchbox 20) to the bathroom, and he agreed to meet everybody in our group and take pictures. He asked me if I wanted an autograph and I believe my exact words were "Nah man, I'm good". The dance was pretty crappy, it was at a hotel near Stone Mountain (GA).
Senior prom was eh, forgettable. The dance was at the Egyptian Ballroom in the Fox, way too small for a prom.
I don't remember any of the music, except the DJ played "Shout" and that pissed me off.

Prom was held at a local motel ballroom, I have no idea what the theme was. All I remember clearly is my girlfriend and I spent the evening mercilessly picking on my best friend's girlfriend because she was dressed like a big blue mermaid.

Also the night did NOT have a happy ending because, although the opportunity was there, I knew we were headed for a breakup and I just did not want to have that one be my first time. In stark contradiction to every teen comedy cliche about The Event.

All my friends and I decided to set each other up with a blind date for our senior prom - a guy we knew that they didn't.

By the end of the night, and during the after party (huge bonfire/kegger on my friend's ranch), each of our blind dates ended up with someone else. I wasn't that upset, my blind date looked like David Usher and kept driving his car through these huge puddles and splashing people on the sidewalk on the way to the prom. Not impressed.

It was still fantastic though...I remember falling in a creek at the party.

My always-stormy relationship with my mother went into one of its explosive fights ten minutes before I was supposed to be leaving for my prom. I was going with a big group, and my mother blew up and started screaming at me in front of all ten other people (and all associated parents), calling me all sorts of names and then storming out. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I don't even really remember the rest of the night, except that I was in tears for most of it. (The fight was really stupid, too. Mom was completely out of line to get that angry.)

I skipped my junior prom entirely - it was in our school gym and, frankly, we felt that we spent ENOUGH time at school without wasting a perfectly good Saturday night there too. We had a fat BBQ at my best friend's house instead, after which we went to the batting cages, raced go-carts, and then did some REAL drag racing on the strip by the Dumbarton Bridge (this was before the cops got wise to that kinda thing)in my best friend's el camino. She whupped all comers. It. Was. Awesome.

Senior prom was the only dance I went to my entire high school career. I had relieved my date of his virginity a couple of weeks prior and he was all goo-goo over me. Too bad I'd started seeing this other guy that I was all goo-goo over in the time between asking the virgin and going to prom. I spent the entire night exchanging "Oh, I wish YOU were here!" pages with him while virgin boy tried his damnest to charm me. Yeah. My ex, who I'd dumped about six weeks prior, spend the entire night giving me stink eye from his table, completely ignoring his poor date. My other ex brought the skank he'd cheated on me with - and SHE spent the entire night giving me stink eye from their table. The DJ sucked, the food was questionable (who puts edible flowers in salad you're serving to stupid teenagers? we weren't sure it was safe to eat!), and my mom, pissed off about the whole virginity thing (I wasn't a virgin when I slept with my date...but she didn't know that) had told my date that I'd better be home by 2am or else she'd come get me herself (she would've too). The best part of the entire night was busting into the bar on the top floor of the hotel this travesty was held at to take a gander of the lovely view of San Francisco and the Bay.

Really, we should've just BBQ'd again, it would've been cheaper and WAY more fun.

I have many fond Prom memories. I went to Prom every year of highschool. Fresh and Soph years were favors to friends of my sister (yes...I am a good brother). The Junior and Senior year I hit my stride. Limos both years, 6 people Junior year. Just me and the G/F Senior year, and the limo was booked for a 5pm pickup to a 7:30 start time. I never realized how much of a giagantic sexy freak she was until the privacy screen went up immeidately followed by her dress. (which was made of some effing stretchy, wrinkle free, skin tight fabric so she was lookin hot.) Anyhoo...the screen went up and she started going to town. And i mean WORKIN IT! Then, I mentioned that a smart limo driver would have a mini-cam shooting into the back of the car to make sure people aren't doing anything bad or to make sure he could see if they were doing anything 'good.' Well...that's when she decided to lose her virginity. Right then and there. I was satisfied with the lovely mouthy efforts she was making. Now, i was hoping for SOME sort of limo action before the thing started so I made sure to beat off RIGHT before I went to meet her at her house. (It's true...it helps with stamina) Cuz honestly...i had only banged once prior to that, and it wasn't so much "banging" as it was be awkwardly shoving my penis against a girls pelvic bone until it went in a hole...followed by 22 seconds of th hottest fucking in the history of man...followed by 22 hours of a perpetual grin...followed by 22 days of itching...followed by 22 weeks of resentment rowards her. Fuck!...oh wait...yeah...back to the prom.

Anyhoo...yeah. i beat it before i went to get her figuring it would help me out. And it did. IMMENSELY! It was either the beating off or the fear of getting caught by the driver. I like to think I solved the problem manually. But yeah, we spent the next 40 minutes (not bad for a second timer!) trying to accomplish EVERY fucking thing we'd ever imagined, read about, heard about, or seen in a porno. Everything short of buttsecks and watersports. There were positions with me on top, seated, sideways. I think one time i even had my neck and shoulders on the floor of the passenger area, while she was in reverse cow-girl on the seat. It was AWESOME!!!...until... Even though she was on the pill (pre-emptive measure cuz she was planning on sleeping with me since we'd been together for a while) and i was wearing a condom...for some reason she didn't want me cumming. So she stopped. She said she wanted to make sure she didn't get pregnant, which I can respect. But seriously...the pill and a condom??? It'd better be the second fucking coming of Peter Fucking Frampton if you would still get pregnant. So...instead, she pulls her dress down and her underwear back into place. She then decides she'll help me out and give me a handjob to 'bleed the valves' and release some pressure. She didn't really think about what she was doing and for some reason, just as things were being achieved she pulled away, forgetting 1. that she had been in that position and a recipient many times before and 2. that she had taken the condom off. Since she didn't move til I started to tell her it was time...it was already too late. So yeah...i busted ALLL THE FUCK OVER my tux pants and my jacket, literally, 10 minutes before walking into the prom. And at my school, i was in the first graduating class, so they went out of their way to make the night a HUGE event. So we had to walk past a receiving line of all the top faculty and their husbands/wives. So...after cleaning up what we could (god bless her for helping since she was 50% responsible) with cocktail napkins in the limo bar (which we disposed of in there as well) we moved as quickly as possible out of the late spring evening sunshine and into the dim dining hall. We thought we'd gotten away with everything...UNTIL... we got up to dance and I had this weird gradiant of whites and grays just below the beltline of my tux pants and on the pleets. A few people noticed and proceeded to make fun. (Luckily they were my friends and hers so they could get away with it) I reminded them that they were making fun of me but none of them had a girlfriend he was hot for, who was, in turn, totally hot for him. And that neither of them had gotten any kind of special limo attention that evening. And like a true gentleman...I took all the blame. Sure, we admitted to messing around, but i spoke not a word of her viriginity loss. I just said I got too excited when she wanted to stop and couldn't control myself. As payment for my chivalry? We spent the entire weekend at my family's beach house in Fenwick Island naked, banging like rabbits on hormones. I even got to see how awkward it was in a hammock!!!!

So thank you . Most people have decent proms. Some have good ones. Some suck. With you I managed to have one of my top 5 sexual experiences EVER coupled with the most AWKWARD and partially humiliating 6 hours of my life. Together...we were sexual dynamos.

Oh...and ou prom theme was 'Memories' and they played Green Day's Time of Your Life like 6 fucking times.

...i just got WAAAAAAAAYYYYY more honest on the internets than i ever wanted to before.

PissBoy...

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I have nothing to say. :p

At my prom I didn't realize I had a date.
Seriously, my friend and a couple of other friends had rented a limo and asked me to come along. It turns out that only one boy had actually rented the limo, and the requirement for riding in said limo was that he be provided with a date. Me. Needless to say, I was not told of this proviso and spent most of my prom trying to fend of "world's most akward boy"

PissBoy, you are legendary in every aspect of your life.

Nothing I say can, alas, beat my sister, who went to her prom with her bff and her bff's boyfriend. The bf? Harrison Ford's son. Thus. my sister got drunk wih Harrison Ford at the after party (well, he poured her champaign and was really nice).

My proms were uneventful...the usual...although my dresses ALWAYS kicked ass. (helps to have a mom who can sew).
Now my winter formal...that's another story.
I went to a very strict, single-sex (female, yes the Catholic kind) of high school...I was very shy and goofy as a 14 year old (albeit somewhat attractive but not really knowing how to handle that, and boys, yet, at that age). So I let my friends set me up on a blind date (first clue it was a BIG MISTAKE and would go down as worst date ever).
To this day, I remember his name and that he was ADORABLE (until he opened his mouth). I also remember (not so fondly):
a) That he ate numerous mushroom caps at one of our city's finer dining establishments, pre-formal, and proceeded to make an ass of himself (and everyone at the table)
b) Beat off in front of me, during formal, when he realized I wasn't going to let him get past shaking my hand, let alone allowing him to stick his paws down my pants, nor vice versa
c) He hooked up with another girl, and left with her halfway through the dance (along with my ride home)
d) This left me to dance with my father (chaperoning the dance, much to my tremendous teenage HUMILIATION), the rest of the evening. Totally embarrassing at the time.

My father has been gone now for more than 5 years; I look back on that night and laugh at the blind date, and think fondly back on how great my father was, and what a fun night we ultimately had (he took me out for ice cream after the dance ended). We also found numerous pairs of panties and strapless bras at the close of the dance, which shocked my little Catholic mind at the time :-)

Junior Prom: Went with a girl I really cared about only to find, once at the dance, that I was being used to make someone else jealous.

Senior Prom: Wasn't allowed to go. I was grounded for staying out all night and coming home tripping on mushrooms.

Just the one prom for me. It was about four hours long and I arrived two hours late, so it was short. I had no date and because I was running so late my friends had to go ahead without me. I was wearing something hideous and pink that my mother made for me but didn't quite get done (hence the running late) and which was held together in some spots with strategically hidden safety pins. I think I danced with one guy for one song. There was probably country music involved.

Thank you, Pajiba, for reminding me how much I hated 90 percent of my high school experience.

I was trippin' balls and at one point thought that my date was a muppet and the kids in ROTC dress uniforms were actually military troops surrounding our table to take us all down.

HA HA HA!

Edith...that picture is EVERYTHING I love about the 80's. Hot chicks with bad hair. Guys who probably like the Misfits, but look more like they like Flock of SeaGulls. I was only 6, but i totally would have been the 4th platonic guy for ya. Ya should have given me a call. My easter suit had prolly just been dry-cleaned and no one rocks the mutha fuckin' Snoopy clip-on like this guy!

Edith, that might possibly be the best prom picture ever!

Mine was fucking awesome. The Prom King was the most popular lesbian in school and the Queen was a gay dude. Someone stole the crowns so we made new ones out of toilet seat covers and the center pieces from the tables.

Obviously I went to art school.

HA! Skitt, you rock my world

call me

"She said she wanted to make sure she didn't get pregnant, which I can respect. But seriously...the pill and a condom??? It'd better be the second fucking coming of Peter Fucking Frampton if you would still get pregnant."

PissBoy, two years ago I became living proof that you can indeed get pregnant, despite using both birth control and a condom. I was on the patch instead of the pill, but I still got all kinds of pregnant. Extra horrific bonus: it was my ex boyfriend's baby (we obviously didn't quite break up all the way). It turned out to be ectopic, though, and I had a miscarriage. It must be Overshare Day here in Pajibaland.

Good Parts: Actually got some asshole to do a double take as I walked by.

Everything but sex (alas once I was a good girl) on a picnic table lakeside at sunrise.

Bad Parts: My boyfriend locked the keys in the car and his dad had to come unlock the car.

Pretty much all the people.

Well I have just been scared out of having sex with my ex-boyfriend. And I thought I was being so responsible with 2 forms of birth control.

I'm so sorry Sarina.

Wow Sarina...thanks for making me feel like shit about telling one of the genuiinely BEST stories I have in me rep-you-twar. You are like one in a bajillion. The Pill is 99.2% effiective (at least that's what it said on the little box), and condoms with spermicide also reside in the mid to high 90's.

I'll be in the corner stabbing myself in the achilles tendon with copper-coated box staples.

I am sitting here desperately trying to figure out who the band in question is. Foreigner, maybe?

My prom is this year, so I'm excited/anxious/injecting myself with steroids while snorting lines of cocain! It probably won't turn out the way Pissboy's did, considering I'm gay and homos are given the Jack Twist treatment at my school, but my first time was FAAARRRRR more disapointing than his. He was small (down there), funny looking, and came so fast I bafrely had time to fake it, which either means he was doing something wrong, or I was doing something right. And he didn't even call me back. Douche-waffle. Anyways, my prom will most likely be filled with prosti-tots in cocktail dresses and fuck-me pumps, but nothing a cosmo (or eight) can't make borderline tolerable.

Awww PissBoy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your story (which was hilarious, by the way). Blame Dustin! He wanted horrific prom stories and mine were boring and blandly pleasant, so obviously I was subconsciously compelled to share the worst thing that ever happened to me. Because I am super fun!

But seriously people, as effective as you think your birth control is, trust me when I tell you that there is always a chance. That's not to say you can't ever have sex again, just that if you do, you need to be prepared to face the fallout if you're the lucky "one in a bajillion" winner.

And now that I've put the fear of Godtopus into everyone, carry on with your shenanigans, you crazy kids!

I went to all four proms thanks to dating upperclassmen and they were all fantastic. *shrug* What can I say, I enjoyed high school. After the living hell that was middle school, I deserved it dammit.

Aw, medea - if you'd like, we'd be more than happy to fire up the MurderTank, rally up a couple other 'Jibans, and escort you to the shindig. 'Cause wouldn't it be an absolute hoot to show up being backed by a small squadron of TOOTBOG folk? We could get you a date, spike the punch, play good music, throw feces at "Super Sweet 16" dolts, and just when things were getting outta control, the SWAT team could show up, tear gas the joint and haul your "Party Posse" away, thereby making you a shoo-in for Belle of the Ball.

Then you can start your queenly duties by figuring out how we'd all make bail...

Dang, late to the prom party! Count me among the "Canadians with proms" crowd.

Prom itself was not memorable...I also have no memory of the after party, but that's because it's the first time goody-two-shoes little Maureen got drunk! Yup, I drank a half pint of vodka straight in about 10 f-ing minutes. SICK, sick, sick.

If I ever have kiddies, I will most definitely allow some supervised drinking. Young'uns should be educated in the arts of (1) moderation and (2) mixing.

My date danced with her ex-boyfriend all night, and then ditched me as soon as the prom was over. I didn't lose my virginity for another 4 years because of the trauma of that night. Right?

Not as bad as other's stories, but still did suck horribly. Asked this girl I worked who went to a different school and who I really liked. Thought she liked me too.

Anyway, we get there and it's pleasant enough, but then we start to run out of conversation, she doesn't like my friends too much and I'm closer to the douches in my graduating class than I cared to be (including a creepy kid who was hitting on me, then went back to his 37 year-old man-date). But I thought she would be the Jules to my Jonah Hill.

Then a week later, I finally see her again after no contact and I find out she was already dating some guy before hand and my dance was just one long, awkward experience for her.

And since my job was like a high school, what with all the teenagers that worked there, word spread quickly to further my embarrassment.

Oh yeah, and the food sucked hardcore.

PissBoy,

You've just elicited the best Brando impersonation in a long personal history of Brando impersonations . . .

"The horror . . . the horror."

My sophomore year I went with a boy who I didn't know very well and who asked me completely randomly about two weeks before. I went because I had friends going too. I hated my dress, I was super sweaty and gross looking all night, and my date and I were super uncomfortable together. It was a pretty uneventful night apart from that, though.

My junior year, I was asked by a kid who I was friendly with but who I had never hung out with. It was one of the awkwardest nights of my life, with him trying to dance all close to me and me trying to be nice but still avoid him. I told him I couldn't go to an after party, so he dropped me off at around 12 and tried to lean in for a goodnight kiss but I booked it into my house before he could. And then I called my best friend and had her boyfriend pick me up and bring me to their afterprom, where I got wasted and hooked up with my crush of six months. It was great.

I'm a senior now and my prom's in a month. I'm going with my best (gay) friend, which will be fabulous because he actually likes to dance and has some serious moves. Plus my dress is smokin', and I have my date's permission to get some after prom. It's all good!

Auntie Brigette offers this advice boys AND girls, IF YOU HAVE SEX, USE CONDOMS--high-quality spermidical condoms are readily available and worth the price. Oh, one last thing, moderation in all things--nobody likes a vomiting/crying/fighting/passed out drunk.

Auntie Brigette is going home now thank her lucky stars that she is past all that.

Well, the first prom I went to was last year, as a sophomore with my gay junior buddy. This year, I'm going to the same boy's prom again, and taking a different gay guy to my own prom. (I'm a straight girl, but sixteen to eighteen year old jackasses are not my cup of tea)

Somehow I doubt I'm getting laid, but I will make sure to look FABULOUS.

Theme: "A Night in Paris"

Decorations in the hallway: Parisian stereotype street lamps and signs

Decorations in the main room: A cardboard cut-out of mother fucking Paris Hilton.

How many times I heard "That's hot!" from the DJ? Enough times to elicit the scowl of the century permanently planted on my face and contribute to an already acute hatred of the student council, who came up with the theme to begin with.

I guess I'm lucky to be one of those people that thoroughly enjoyed both of my proms, but each for completely different reasons.

My junior prom date was another girl, which totally freaked my parents out, and we had a ball! The theme was "Oh What a Night," and the party lasted the whole weekend long. The only downside is that I lost my prom dress (don't ask) and I really freaking liked that dress.

I don't recall the theme of my senior prom, but it was something pretty generic. I had a great time, but in looking back, I was a major bitch to my date. I ended up ditching him and leaving the prom with the extremely hot date of my arch rival (I still hate that bitch to this day, and the feeling is probably more than mutual), taking a limo with him and friends to his beach house, and doing really bad (but very fun, and sometimes illegal) things all weekend. Pure hedonism!!!Ahhhh...memories...

I went with a friend I was completely in love with. We had a great time because he didn't go to the school and he made fun of the other girls the whole time. He told me I looked great, and that made my night. 3 years later and I still look back on it and smile.

Oh yeah, and we watched "Fight Club" afterwards. Super romantic!

Fuck, but I'm late to this party. Whatever, I went to three proms, and the first was by far the best because I was dating the same guy for the last two. Anyway;

Prom 1: My sophomore year. I got tickets through yearbook, and took a junior friend of mine because he owned a tux. We didn't do dinner or a limo (but my mom did make me an awesome dress) but a lot of my friends were seniors so I had a great time with them. And the both of us had a great time confusing people as they tried to figure out how a sophomore and junior went to the senior prom together. I danced the Booty Call with my (female) Biology Teacher. I took the picture of the prom court that made the central yearbook spread, and the prom queen complimented my dress. Lots of fun. My friend didn't go to his own senior prom, so I'm really glad I took him to that one.
Prom 2: Junior prom, in the gym, theme was Egypt. Kind of a yawn. Except that a MASSIVE (literally, guy topped 6' 4" and was two people wide) stoner won prom king, and the girl he'd had a crush on forever got prom queen which was adorable. And he somehow ended up at my after-prom get together with about 5 other people that I knew. So that was kind of cool, bragging rights wise.
Prom 3: My Senior prom. I'd been invited to share a limo with a group but was told there wouldn't be room for my boyfriend, so we got our own limo. Had another awesome dress, had a good dinner, and prom was ok-ish. Mostly I got to sit around and watch my boyfriend talk to his friends and get annoyed at me when I would leave to talk to mine. He'd graduated the previous year. The after party thrown by the parents was great though, and I played games all night and actually won something in the raffle. The fact that my friends wouldn't let my boyfriend into their limo really should have tipped me off, when I broke up with him a few months later I found myself wondering why I'd stayed with him so long anyway.

Anyway, I'm glad I went, and I have some pretty dresses to show for it. Still, I feel like I would've had a lot more fun at my junior and senior proms if I'd ditched the wet-blanket boyfriend. Ugh. Maybe my 10 year reunion will be more fun.

I did not go to prom, because my parents moved to a Theocratic State just before I entered Junior High and they knew that words like 'dance','prom', 'dating' and 'boys' were looming. So I spent my adolescence in gleeful ignorance of such rituals.

I spent after-prom playing Euchre in the kitchen with his mom, dad, and little sister while most of the class partied on the patio and he hid in the back seat of his van - making out and trading blow jobs with his best buddy.

Gods I hated high school...

I skipped my junior prom and went bowling (in prom dresses, of course) with some friends. Afterwards I made out with a girl, in her car, parked across the street from my house.

I actually went to my senior prom. I went to this arts boarding school, so we weren't allowed to do the limo party or the hotel after-party. No, we had to go to prom on a school bus. My date nearly got us banned from the whole thing, since he was dressed as Jessica Rabbit, but we ended up having a pretty good time. The theme was "Old Hollywood," which translated into some gold paper stars hanging from the ceiling and a couple cardboard cutouts of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean. I lobbied for "2001: A Prom Odyssey," but no one else was into the idea of a giant mirrored space baby hanging from the ceiling instead of a disco ball.

When I went junior year: free dinner at a lovely restaurant (by virtue of my friend's father's amazing artwork - instead of money, they paid him with limitless meals), no professional hair or makeup and a cute, fairly inexpensive dress. Got tipsy on champagne and sang loudly along to a bunch of Marley songs we convinced the DJ to play. Went to aforementioned artist father's gallery to spend the night.

When I went senior year: free dress, home-done hair and makeup, nice dinner, and we got plastered. Spent night at friend's apartment. I think the theme was "Night of a Thousand Stars" or something. Prom was badass

I was home-schooled, so no prom. Being smarter than everyone else is what's supposed to make up for that I guess. So far I'm not too convinced.

Well I did the trifecta if you will.

I went as a junior b/c a friend of mine broke with this girl two weeks before and I went as a nice guy. Received some thank you action on the day after prom.

My senior prom was a nightmare. A girl broke up with me two weeks before but had a dress that could not go back. I actually had a back-up friend date, that would have worked out well because it would have been fun. The prom was ugh..the post-prom day after at Great America (Chicago area) was brutal because she would not go on any rides. Never spoke to her again.

The following year I went with my wife for her senior prom. I had to pound through a Spanish final at University of Illinois and then drive back 120 miles in under two hours to make it on time. Her dance was good, the day after was great and we will be married 15 years in May. So I guess the third time really was the charm. (Had no want to hide in the bathroom, could care less what it looked like to be back.)

So glad everyone enjoyed the picture; it had aged badly, though, so you can't quite see the full awesomeness. For example, you can't tell that the black, elbow-length gloves (!) I was wearing were actually black LACE, FINGERLESS elbow-length gloves.

Guys who probably like the Misfits, but look more like they like Flock of SeaGulls.

Yeah, they were actually more badass than they appear in that picture. Another favorite prom memory is from shortly after we arrived, when an enormous, crew-cutted football player came running out of the men's room screaming "There's a PUNK in the bathroom!" That moment alone made up for the previous 12 years of being an outcast.

I was only 6, but i totally would have been the 4th platonic guy for ya. Ya should have given me a call. My easter suit had prolly just been dry-cleaned and no one rocks the mutha fuckin' Snoopy clip-on like this guy!

Awww, PissBoy, how sweet! Except that given your own prom story, I shudder to think of why your Easter suit needed dry-cleaning....

Yup. This has confirmed that I did not miss a thing by skipping both proms. Thanks everyone!

Be Adequite!, that story is so sweet. It makes me a mite verklempt thinking about my own daughter and husband. What a great dad he must have been.

Oooh, my prom is next week! It's shaping up to be pretty good. For some reason, asking people to dances doesn't happen much in my school, unless you're already dating someone. Most of my friends, male and female, are going stag, which should be a blast. And afterwards we're going to a sexy apartment party in San Francisco at which, I have been assured, there will be cocaine. So my hopes are moderately high, though I am almost definitely not getting laid. But that's what college is for, right? Right?!?

Hey now, I love Jim Backus! And I'd want the glasses with the skin tight abomination.

Contacts, fortunately, don't work on me either. But there's a clean break around my right lens which is glued but untenable. We've spent this whole decade together.

Hmm, maybe I do need to get rid of these frames. Bad juju or some shit.

Oh and kids know who Mr. Magoo is right?

Don't answer that. I'm going to bed.

Hugs not drugs!

The asshole (who looked like Carson Daly) mispronounced my first name, my last name, and turned my 'date's name from Blinov to "Blindner" (?). So on the video, both of us have a "..what the -fuck-?"

Said 'date' had to leave after one dance, and my 'best friend', who promised to "spend time" with me ended up in one of the gazebos with her boyfriend's hand up her skirt for 90% of the night. I was in a dress, and it took me 20 minutes to take the bobby pins out of my hair.

Yech. Never again.

Oh MAN. Do I have prom tales for you. I should preface that all three of these were sponsored by my uber-conservative religious high school, where music, dresses, and/or dates from other schools had to be approved by faculty. We still managed to enjoy ourselves, though. We bonded through our mutual suffering.

Sophomore year went with a middle-school friend who needed a date, and was allowed to crash my school's prom because his Catholic high school was even smaller and had no prom. Neither of us had many friends there, so an awkward time was had by all. Good trial run, however, for

Junior year, when I went with my best friend who liked me, but wouldn't admit it until college. There was some angst when my mom threw out her back the day before and so barely finished altering my dress as my date drove up, but we survived. I got my hair done, and blew everyone's mind when I arrived with straight locks (They'd only ever seen me in frizzy curls.) Danced my butt off with everyone I knew, then had people over to my house for dessert and a sleepover. Pretty tame, I know, but also pretty fun. A good thing, too, because

Senior year pretty much blew. All the fun, cute guys were lame and brought sophomore dates. (This in a class of 50 students.) That was moot anyway, though, bc the computer nerds all mobilized early to ask me and my friends before we had previous plans. Dinner conversation was awkward, and the dance floor was too small. (A pet peeve - I must have room to get my groove on!!) The ride home in a van full of juniors was icing on the cake. I was smushed into the back next to a couple whispering sweet nothings, while I hoped my date didn't get any ideas. Afterparty at my friend's was low-key, though we did stay up until 5am or something watching movies.

Thank God for college formals, which are not life-and-death moments of princess glory. I just keep throwing on the same reliable LBD with different jewelry, and get my party on.

Edith "black LACE, FINGERLESS elbow-length gloves"? You are AWESOME.

I was too faux-rebellious to go to any of my school dances (teenagers, aw bless) but I am going to a wedding on Saturday which will be exactly like a senior prom: my crush will be there, the awkward boy will ask me to dance and I'll be too nice to say no, someone will spike the punch and I will drop mayonnaise on my dress. I am 29.

My prom actually turned out better than expected. My boyfriend brutally dumped me a few weeks before prom for a young airhead. The same thing happened to my best friend. She and I went with dates who were just friends and had fun. When we showed up at prom, we found out that my ex had crashed his car on the way (he wasn't injured but the car was totaled), and her ex locked his keys in the car at the prom (his dad had to come unlock it for him). Both exs spent the night sulking and their young new bimbo girlfriends were miserable, and they left early. Hurrah for karma.

I finished HS abroad, so no proms. Also, my class was 19, of which 17 were girls. They did arrange a fancy dinner, with everyone in fancy dresses, but everyone got very, very drunk very, very early in the evening. (Maybe that was just me.)

I haven't read all the posts, but here are my 2 prom stories.....

1) Junior year---went with my boyfriend. Had to change my shoes, cause with my Candies (yup, the 80's rule!) on I was taller than him. Theme was "A Night on the Mississippi Queen"---WTF? Most girls wore hoop skirts--- I DID NOT! He wore a blue suit with my maroon dress---lovely. Took me in his El Camino to a buffet restaurant to eat beforehand. The dance was in our school cafeteria--classy. It was just ok. Afterward, we went to his house with his best friend and his girlfriend to "change" for the afterprom party. My boyfriend put on my dress, it fit, and he proceeded to parade around the house in it. Disturbing image. Bad sex.

2) Senior year---Went with my gay best friend. He thought we were Fred and Ginger. He wore a black tux and I wore a white dress.He drove his dad's very nice Chrysler convertible and opened all doors for me and treated me like a queen (hmmm, strange choice of phrasing, huh?) Took me to a really swank restaurant--had caviar and the whole nine yards. Prom was in the brand new elementary school's adjoining cafeteria/gym. Theme was "As Time Goes By"--set up to look like Rick's Cafe Americain complete with piano bar. It was actually very cool. However, my date was on prom committee and had spent the entire night before building palm trees and such, so he fell asleep at our table. Obviously, no sex.

I have to rate prom #2 vastly better than prom #1.

I saw them on "S e e k i n g R i c h . c o m",too.Maybe they want make more new friends.You can contact them on that site.

that was senior year by the way.

junior year i dyed my hair hot pink (to match my date) and went in a great black/blue pinstriped suit. to make it even more pathetic, we wore fake chains attached to our wallets. jenna had a lace minidress of some sort and did her hair in a 30s style french wave. this was when it was still acceptable to like/dress like gwen stefani (whom jenna adored).

it just occurred to me how completely gay that last paragraph was. i guess you all know now i'm not really into women.

Oh yeah, it just dawned on me that there was one notable thing about my prom: most of the dudes in my class wore kilts. *sigh* Good grief. Only in Nova Scotia...well, or Scotland I suppose....

Funny story, the teachers were searching the gals' purses for booze/whatever, and because the kilt-wearers all had sporrans (sp?), which are basically kilt fanny-packs, they had to be searched as well.

One of my rather witty male classmates thought of this in advance, so when the teacher reached into his sporran, she pulled out a lovely pair of boxers. Hee!

I have to say, my senior prom was great. I was bitter during my last two years of high school but once everyone became sentimental about graduating, it made life easier. I went with my oldest friend and first crush, Andy. He had a girlfriend at the time and I was in love with him. We had a great time, I got wasted and even won luggage at the post prom. At 4AM, Andy walked me to my front door and gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek. He never broke up with his girlfriend though.

That sweet kid tried molesting me one year later when I was home from college for the summer. I had a boyfriend and was completely turned off. We haven't spoken since.

As a completely closeted gay-boy, even mostly to
myself, whose one true, unfulfilled love, the guy-
up-the-street, had just move to California, it was
a strange experience.

I had been dating a girl for about 6 months
(denial is a strong force) and took her. She was
cute and intelligent and had the biggest boobies
in the senior class. Seriously, in the pictures
with me standing behind her with my arms around
her, it looks like they end at the elbows.

We had a good time, and afterwards she really
wanted to get intimate, and I just couldn't. I
broke up with her soon after because I felt so
bad about deceiving her.

My Grad (I'm Canadian) was ok, I went with a friend who ended up leaving early to drive someone elses date home (it made sense at the time), so I ended up getting drunk and making out/dry humping with a guy I'd known since kindergarden on the dance floor while everyone watched. Classy.

The "good" story was Safe Grad (A one-night camping trip in the middle of nowhere a few weeks after graduation). My parents weren't going to let me go, so I snuck out of the house a few hours before with the help of a friend and went anyways. Got REALLY drunk (for probably the third time in my life), and ended up losing my virginity in a forest to a guy who I had been in LOVE with for three years, and who I had always assumed was out of my league. Problem - we were both too drunk to really know what was going on, and in our drunken stupor we neglected to use any sort of protection (I obviously wasn't on the pill). I spent the next day terribly hungover in a free walk-in clinic, getting the morning after pill and an std test. Also ended up getting kicked out of my house for "disobeying my parents rules" and had to live with a friend for a week. Also, some loud-mouthed bitch from my highschool found out about my secret rendezvous in the forest, told her mom, who in turn told MY mom. Yup, that whole situation turned out REAL good.

This post makes me sound like a bit of a skank... I swear I've changed!

prom #1: my date told me he got electrocuted and that's why he couldn't dance. i wound up throwing the giveaway champagne flute at him in the parking lot before stomping back into the limo.

prom #2: bit of a haze there. i do, however, remember having sex with my date in my mother's bathroom.

oh man, it 's too bad I was sick yesterday, because probably now no one will read this, but anyway: a million times better than a highschool prom is the Biophysical Society Dance. yeah, you read that right. Once a year hundreds of scientists, professors, grad students, postdocs, etc, get together for a four-day long conference on biophysics and in the middle there is a dance, with live music and everything. Nobody's expected to dress up, and everybody gets two free drinks as part of the registration for the conference, and if you're really lucky you will have labmates who are lame and don't want theirs. I ended up with so many this year that I was giving them away because I'm too much of a lightweight to ever drink that much. So yeah, picture all the nerds and nerdy teachers from your high school years getting together and drinking heavily and then dancing like fools to a shitty cover band, times about 200. Did I mention there's also a desert bar?

I'd had hip surgery about six weeks before my prom, so I wasn't allowed to wear high heels. This wasn't really a problem, since if I'd worn them I would have been taller than my date, but it put me in a foul mood already, because I thought my dress needed high heels, and my hip was in pain, but the vicoden made me throw up if I moved too much.

The girls I was meeting for makeup had finished and started picture-taking without me, and I fell on the front stoop, thankfully not ripping my dress or hurting myself.

My then-boyfriend was utterly uncouth at the table, despite all warnings prior to the evening that if he was not on his Best Behavior, there would be Consequences. I was embarrassed, in pain from my hip, and generally having a lousy time until the last half hour. Then, they stopped the hideous rap music, and started the actually fun stuff... my best friend and I dancing to "Living on a Prayer" is the highlight of the evening.

Afterwards, me, my date (with whom I was Very Irritated), and my best friend and her date all went to a diner (we're from New Jersey. It's only to be expected), then drove around for a while until we finally got too tired, and went home.

It was a resoundingly "meh" night, and I cried myself to sleep because my hip hurt and my boyfriend hadn't met the standards I set.

Yeah, I didn't have a good time.

I had to take my date to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. The worst part was calling her mother at 3:30 AM.

Senior Prom I went with a nice sweet boy. We were involved at the time, and we still talk.

Junior Prom. I knew I wouldn't get a date (I never got dates to dances) so I kept telling everyone I just wanted to go with my friends and made a big deal out of how having a date was overrated and often awkward. One by one, my girlfriends all got dates. I was at this point the thirteenth wheel. No problem.

Then things become complicated. You needed to buy a ticket weeks beforehand for prom. However, the day before prom, a foreign exchange student from Korea, who I barely knew, broke up with his girlfriend, who was a friend and teammate of mine. The only relevant question for him, however, was how to get a date by the next night. A date who already had a ticket. The only girl in school who was willing to openly go to prom without a guy. Me. He confronted me in the hallway and asked me. I pointed out that after all, his ex was my FRIEND, and I didn't want to go to a dance with the guy who had dumped her the day before. He didn't seem to understand. Finally I offered to let him come in our group (to dinner, etc) if he needed a group, pointing out VERY SPECIFICALLY that we would not be going together. He immediately became excited and thanked me for going with him. I called for reinforcements: a mutual guy friend who sat us down at lunch and explained to the kid at great length that I did not want to go with him. The boy nodded with understanding, then asked if I wanted to pay for our couples pictures.

Cut to the next night. Boy shows up with a corsage. A yellow corsage, that probably matched his ex's dress quite nicely. I was wearing ivory and gold. He insisted that I put it on. It was obviously not meant for me, and all of our friends noticed how aggressively tactless he was being. Dinner was tense. He then followed me around the dance for the first half, then complained to everyone he ran into that I had "ditched" him.

This is why I'm so glad I'm in college and have a boyfriend. I just like getting those "best nights of my life" out of the way forever. I probably won't win any prizes for that, but it was ... not ideal, to say the least.

MO, you are not alone in the kilted prom. Two guys in my senior class decided to flaunt their Scot heritage as well.

Which prompts this question: what was the oddest/ most flamboyant get-up at your prom? My school never had any duct tape enthusiasts, but it has seen red fox hunting tails.

I attended four proms, Yes, FOUR.
1) One, as a sophomore, going to Senior prom for a Catholic boys' school. My "date" looked like Drew Carrey and tried to get me to loosen up on the dance floor by shaking my arms around like I was a chicken.
2) My junior prom (all-girl's school) I went stag, and slipped on the floor in front of 200 people, my long skirt above my head and my tummy-tucking underwear in full view.
3) My senior prom. With Russell, my loser, pothead boyfriend. He bought a vest and pants at a thrift store. He was the only one without a suit. His parents lived in a motel and did meth. He ended up stealing my debit card and cleaning out my bank account.
4) My boyfriends (of seven years now) senior prom.(same all-boys' school from my sophomore year!) Ummm. that one was kind of ok, actually.

Okloveyabye.

I went to two proms and had a date to neither...Since I switched High Schools after 10th grade, I went with my best friend at my first high school as her second date, she took a guy friend of hers as her real date. We did the limo, restaurant thing but the most memorable part was being yelled at by the gym teacher for taking pictures on the golf course (prom was at a country club).
The other prom at the high school I graduated from sucked. It was a small private school and I totally got shafted by my friends there. We all went to see the restaurant together to make reservations and then they didn't even put me on the list or invite me. As mentioned before, I didn't have a date so I invited my best friend from my first high school. She was really nice about having such a loser as a best friend...

My junior prom was way beyond suck. I was asked to the prom by someone I had a huge crush on, only to find out I was his second choice. He spent nearly the whole evening going around chatting with his jock buddies. He asked another girl to dance during a song that I requested. We went to an after-prom party that my mom chaperoned, and he wanted to leave early because he was "tired," but my mom reported that after he took me home, he came back to the party.

Senior year ROCKED. I didn't want to go, because the previous year had been so atrocious, but my mom and my best friend informed me that I would be attending. I was about to ask a guy friend of mine, and then another guy got talked into asking me by a mutual friend. We'd gone to school together since kindergarten, just never traveled in the same social circles. And we hit it off quite famously, started dating, and five years later got married.

How weird is it that twenty years later, I can still remember the song that was playing as we entered the room where the prom was taking place: "It's The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by REM.

It sucked donkey balls. My date (who was a guy I knew at church--an altar server, if you can believe it) spent half the night smoking outside the hotel with his friends, danced the last dance with some other chick, and then, at the end of the night, brought said other chick with us home because of her loser boyfriend. Oh, and he dropped ME off first.

The best part?

He came out of the closet a couple of years later.

Priceless.

Let's see...my steady boyfriend of about a year broke up with me 2 weeks before prom* (I had already purchased a dress). So, my mom and her best friend conspired to set me up with Best Friend's son (pity date). He hung spoons from his nose at dinner (not funny), and to top it all off, the prom was held in the high school cafeteria, not in a sumptuous hotel setting (nothing like the smell of "mystery meat" to make a prom special!) Overall rating: SUCKALICIOUS!!!!

*Reason cited for break up? He found an [ugly] girl who would f*ck him. Fine, I said, if you'd rather f*ck an ugly girl than have a pretty girl suck your d*ck, fine with me!