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I disliked most of the people I went to high school with too much to be able to justify spending money to hang out with them in my free time. I did get picked up in the limo to go to the party after though!

Unfortunately, that was the high point of the night. The party was lame.

hmm... only went to one prom. it didn't suck, it wasn't great. am i the only one who had a "meh" experience at prom (nothing really memorable)?

my prom sucked. i REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, didn't want to go but it was a big deal to my boyfriend so i went anyway. that was a mistake. i don't remember much about what happened after we got to the dance, but dinner sucked and i drank way too much.

my boyfriend had fun though, so i guess that's all that matters.

I don't really have any fabulous prom stories, because both my proms were pleasant enough affairs. I went to my junior prom with my boyfriend, and the most interesting thing that happened is that I lost my shoes for awhile because I couldn't remember where I was when I took them off (no, I wasn't drunk). I went to my senior prom with a friend because my boyfriend and I had broken up a month or two before, but it was still fun. I actually don't remember a ton of detail about either of my proms, but I didn't even drink back then so that can't be why I've forgotten. They were blandly pleasant, but nothing amazing.

I went to the senior prom when I was a junior with a friend. It was actually quite pleasant.

As was my senior prom. No drunken antics, I went with my then-girlfriend who I'm still friends with.

So I have nothing to contribute. Because even then, I was an old, boring person.

Best prom experience: My senior prom. I went with Mike, one of my best friends who I had a huge crush on at the time and who was the most fun date ever. He made me swing dance, he told me I looked like a movie star (hee), and he did that guy thing as we slow-danced where he would talk right against my neck and ear in a way that made me all swoony.

Worst prom experience: Oh LORD. One of my co-workers at Eckerd (heh) who liked me asked me to his senior prom at his high school. I...am a pussy and I hate to hurt people's feelings, so I went. I didn't know ANYBODY, he had only one or two friends that were incredibly awkward and weird, he forgot to sign up for a table at dinner so we sat at the reject table in the back, he spilled ranch dressing on my dress, and we didn't dance once. We sat outside on a bench while he smoked.

Junior Prom, theme was "Total Eclipse of the Heart." I went with my ex-boyfriend. We had broken up about two weeks before, but the plans had been made and we didn't hate each other or anything, so we went together anyway. It wasn't too bad, except for the other girl there with the same dress on as me (I looked better, hers looked like it was about to explode) and the tiny little detail of my date going MIA for the better part of the evening. He was smoking in the bathroom all night. I ended up having to go get him so we could at least dance to the night's theme song. Blech. No wonder I dumped him.

Senior Ball, theme was "Because You Loved Me." In the weeks leading up to the Ball, there was a student campaign to have Pearl Jam's "Black" as our theme song. Unfortunately there were far more Celine Dion fans in my high school than one would have thought. Anyway, again I went with a friend - the boy I was "talking to" had already registered for a stupid spring football camp, so he couldn't take me. Bastard. I went with some other guy, who I ignored all night and then ditched in favor of going to a hotel at the beach with my friends. The night ended in an empty hot tub with a bottle of Boone's Strawberry. Yeah, baby.

Never went to any high school dances; never regretted it for an instant.

You, sir, have just opened up an emotional can of worms that I was certain I had long ago buried.

My prom experience started two months prior, with me forking over my v-card to a guy that I wanted to go to prom with me. He finally relented after a few more painful sessions, then I continued to allow him to use me for the remaining time up until prom. In my defense, I was, at the time, under the impression that we were in a relationship, albeit one that he kept hush-hush at school. In hindsight, I see that that is what I refer to know as "being used."

At prom itself, date from hell refused to dance with me for fear of looking stupid in front of his classmates. Cut to him standing by the nonalcoholic bar all night as I danced with friends and randoms. And not even the bitchy group of girls who were supposed to be my "best" friends...no, they were all on prom committee (I was too busy pole vaulting every day to plan a prom) and thus shunned me from their little dancing circle in the middle of the floor.

After the prom, douchebag tried to get me to go hang out at a hotel with him, but I was peeved at his lack of vertical dancing enthusiasm and made him take me home. We went to a theme park the next day (just us, because he still didn't want to be seen in public with me by people he knew is he could help it) and he acted all boyfriend-y the whole day. I thought I had it in the bag, but when we returned to his house that night, he invited to freshman girls from another town over to his house to hang out with us. I promptly left.

The next day, he gave me a cd that had only one song on it...Usher's "Let It Burn." This was his way of telling me that he didn't want to see me anymore. In effect, I had let him use me for two months in hopes that I could have one night of fun with him.

So yeah, I can safely say that my one and only prom sucked juuuust a little bit.

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

Oh MY Godtopus, Julie - I love that slow-dance move. The hairs on my neck are standing up just thinking about it.

The first "prom" (up here in Canada we just call it grad) I went to was actually really fun. I hide a qp of weed in between my boobs and my boyfriends flask in my garter. Watched a hypnotist try to work his pervy magic on the slutty girls in that class. Then we grabbed a guitar and went got even more high in the park, watched the sun rise and sang songs. It was actually the best memory I have of my ex boyfriend.

My grad wasn't that great, my date ditched me and I ended up just going to my friends place to listen to music and get drunk and be hit on by the douchebags who didn't have balls to hit on me before the last day before I moved half way across the country.

sorry for the double post, spastic mouse finger

My prom was a beautiful disaster. We had two, senior and junior prom. Senior prom was nothing to write home about, save the fact that instead of renting a tuxedo, he would be our prom king instead wore a Cookie Monster costume. His date bravely went as a cow. And the president of our class and I shared a dance. Why is that funny? Because she was as six foot plus volleyball captain in heels, and I am but five foot two. You better believe that photo made the yearbook.

But junior prom. Oh, junior prom. Of our group of friends, one of my neighbors had not been invited, and all of her friends had, and she was rather noticeably distraught. So I said, what the hell, I'll take you. As we approach the date, she turns into Promzilla, going off on a list of things I had better not do "or else her friends would beat me up". Which gave me pause, because a) her friends are my friends, and they like me better and b) like I actually had any intention of trying to get action from that sinister thundercunt. That will teach me to do a favor. So the entire night, I avoided her, dancing with the various other lovely ladies in attendance, and having a hell of good time. Then, we all piled into our limo and drove up to the Lehigh Valley Cinemas for the midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. I'll never forget the fat guy playing Rocky standing at the end of our row in a blond dutchboy wig and golden speedo going, "You guys were at -- oh, hold on, a sec, DESCRIBE OPRAH'S TITS! -- at prom? That's fucking rad!"

As a lovely postscript to the story, the girl who slandered my pervosity and I have since calmed the waters of our animosity and I was proud to dance with her at her wedding.

And then I totally felt her up.

I went to senior prom with my bi-sexual best friend and I danced with all the gay boys who weren't out yet b/c I suppose they were waiting for college. Basically, I was practicing my hag skills. That was the fun part.
The bad part is some one else had my same dress and I literally heard people GASP when they saw this. But, everyone who noticed told me I had bigger boobs so I won.

My high school prom experiences were meh too legib ... so a few years ago I hosted a Prom Party with a bunch of friends.

We had hot pink and teal invitations, "A Night to Remember" as the theme, pictures (polaroids) with a craptastic backdrop (including a Grecian column), and everyone wore their most kitsch prom getup (gloves AND a tiara, people).

One woman even snuck in some Jaeger in hairspray bottles - just like old times. yeeuck!

The experience was much improved with free flowing booze and not being a teenager.

Oh hey, since when do Canadians not have prom??? As far as I know most schools have one, they just tend to be more low key than American ones.
Anyway, my prom was decent, kind of uneventful, I had fun but it wasn't the best time I had in high school. The best part was wearing a really short tutu like dress that was hot pink. I was kind of a tom boy in high school and thought the shock factor would be awesome, and I was kind of right.

Whenever I happen upon a picture from my prom I am amazed that I had the balls to wear such a slutty dress - he he. It didn't do me a bit of good either, cuz my date was only interested in talking sports with his friends. I had asked him to go with me (he didn't go to my school), therefore I paid for the whole evening, hotel room included and ended up with bubkus! Our horrible theme was "Stand by Me" - yes, because of the movie - it was 1987 and I feel really old all of a sudden!!

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.

We do have proms in England, or, at least, they did back in my day. Considering how Haloween (and every other excuse to have fun based on US culture) has skyrocketed in popularity over the last decade over here, I can't imagine that would have changed.

My prom was pretty shit, but a friend spent the entire night drunkenly telling his tutor, "you're a fucking cunt" over and over again. Then he woke up the next day, realised it wasn't even his prom and he still had another year of school left, and had to slither back into class the next week and apologise. The tutor was actually surprisingy good about it, but it still brings a smile over a decade later.

Well, since I grew up in FOOTLOOSE, I didn't have a prom. Our town is home to a Church of Christ college; many residents of our town are members of the church... including school board members. Since dancing is evil and leads to orgies, we were never allowed to have prom. Instead, we had Junior/Senior "banquets." We dressed up like we were going to prom, but only had dinner and some sort of program. *Really* memorable.

Senior "banquet" holds especially bad memories for me. Our class president (and my supposed friend) was pissed off and decided not to deliver the senior farewell speech at the shindig. I was the VP and happily volunteered. I spent weeks writing this clever speech and even memorized it for the big night. About 15 minutes before showtime, she said, "Hey, can I see what you're going to say?" I handed her my cards. A few minutes later, she takes the mic and calls for everyone's attention... and delivered MY speech.

I guess it seems silly (and dare I say NERDY?) now, but at the time it was a huge deal. Not only did I get stabbed in the back, but it was done by someone I'd considered a close friend since middle school.

Epilogue to the story? I forgave her. Six years later she completely insulted me at my wedding and insinuated I'd be divorced shortly.

That pretty much ended it.

She's twice (or maybe thrice divorced). I've been happily married for almost seven years.

On a happier note, I attended my frist prom a few years ago... as a chaperone. I even dressed up in a prom dress. Yeah, I'm a loser, but my students got a kick out of it. ;)

Junior Prom: Mono. Nobody would touch me. Went with closeted gay friend (and Morrissey fan)

Senior Prom: Asked a guy who was over 21 b/c he could buy us beer and book the hotel room at the Jersey Shore. Friends took acid. One had a psychotic break at the hotel. Next day spent in hospital waiting room with rest of group waiting for her. Other friend taken to jail. Supoened the following week. Mom was mad.

Junior Prom- went with a guy "friend" who spent the entire night telling me he wished he was there with his girlfriend. Then, not only did he make me pay the bill at the diner we went to afterwards, but when my car was low on gas, (Yes, I also drove)I had to both pay AND pump it in full prom attire.

Senior Prom- tired of waiting around for someone to ask me, I asked five different guys if they wanted to be my date. They all said no.

High School was not a fun period of my life.

My senior prom took place in a small venue on top of a hill with sky-high windows. And gallons of alcohol. It did suck for my Opus Dei-lover classmate who watched as the class skank flirted with her boyfriend turned "buddy" (who was going to become a priest, which is why they broke up, but still accompanied her to the prom). Outside the venue, the bushes literally shook - as they did in Ace Ventura 2 - and a friend of mine came back inside to tell me "I think I'm no longer a virgin."

Me? I had a whale of a time. Dancing, drinking, laughs and pictures I won't be too embarrassed to show my grandchildren. Prom didn't suck for me.

Ha! That's too funny.

Went to a prep school like in Cruel Intentions. One of the only non-rich kids there so I took a friend from a neighboring high school. Hated everyone in my class aside from two people so we dressed up, ate dinner, danced for a bit (my date was gorgeous so I took time to show him off) then said "Let's get the fuck out of here." We didn't attend the after party or have a limo, we rode home in my date's car and got our diplomas the next day.

Fast forward to my ten year reunion, I had lost weight, lost the glasses, braces, zits, engaged to the hot prom date and now living in Manhattan. All the hot kids from high school are still living in our old hometown and are fat and working in retail. BEST. NIGHT. EVER.

Prom drama is there for EVERYONE. Wait it out until your reunion!!!

I left early (the prom was dull), went to a party, drank a ton of Everclear and Coke (good. God.), then smoked a massive blunt that was laced with God knows what and ended up fucking the younger brother of Ben McKenzie (from "The OC") on a futon.

Not so exciting at the time, a great story for parties now.

My date to senior ball was grounded at the time. Thankfully his mom still let him go with me, but he had to come straight home after, and I was too shy to go to any afterparties by myself, so afterward I just drove him home and then went to my house to watch tv with my parents. Sigh.

Senior year I also had a lot of junior friends, so I got set up with a painfully shy nerdy kid who needed someone to go with. He was actually really nice, and we had a great time during dinner. Unfortunately once we got to the dance, during the second song he managed to twist his knee really badly. He was a bad dancer, so trying to cover it up by trying to be funny, and I don't even know how it happened. We got some ice from one of the chaperones, but it was so bad that he had to call his dad to come pick him up. The principal and I helped him outside and I waited with him until his dad came. Then I went back inside and had tons of fun with all of my friends.

I called him the next day to see how he was doing but the poor kid was too embarrassed to ever talk to me again. We met briefly to divvy up the photos, but that was it. He wore a knee brace for the rest of the school year, like six weeks or so, and I've never seen him again.

I grew up in Idaho Falls, Idaho, where going to ALL school dances was mandatory if you didn't want to be considered a total social pariah, and since I already didn't subscribe to the dominant religion of my classmates and was already pretty enthusiastically socially ostracized by the "in" crowd because of it, I made a point to go to every dance (and jesus god were there a lot of them). But as big a deal as it was, dances sucked. I usually had fun at dinner, or if we did a big group date hanging out with my friends beforehand, and then we'd hit the dance, stand in line for goddamn two hours to get our pictures taken, be bored on the dance floor for a little while, and then go home. (My parents were not into the whole letting the kids get a hotel room thing.) The only fun part about the whole thing was just being able to wear a pretty dress (which I do love to do).

But I get to relive the prom experience this weekend at a local bar, which has an annual "prom." At 26 years old, this is ridiculous, so I'm taking the theme of "ridiculous" as far as I can with a super sweet '80s getup. And maybe I can actually get drunk and/or laid this time.

My best friend's date was a no-show, so I let her go with my date, who was just my friend. They ended up dating for ages after that and I ended up just getting wasted that night and making out with some junior I was dating.

I went to a farm school and graduated with 12 other people. We decided to forgo a prom. I think it was a great decision.

My junior prom was hilarious. It was in the ballroom of a business park about 10 minutes from the high school. The theme? "More Than Words." Which is so definitely super-appropriate for a room full of 16- and 17-year-olds. I took my friend's brother, who was older, and super cute. He'd apparenlty also already been asked by a creepy cheerleader, so he had to (and did) get out of that first, which was a minor league scandal - picking a choir nerd over a cheerleader? The actual prom was really fun and laid back. No drama.

My senior prom (called senior ball) was in The City at a fancy hotel. The theme? "Wonderful Tonight." Apparently I went to high school in both the 70s and 80s (I actually went in the mid 90s, but apparently "Good Riddance / Time of Your Life" was too controversial a theme choice). I took my boyfriend (who was away at college), and wore the best f-ing red dress ever. Again, really fun and laid back.

Apparently I totally lucked out, as there were no drunken escapades / crying jags in the bathroom / shouting matches with dates.

I didn't go, mainly because no one wanted to go with me. (I wasn't what you'd call a hot commodity in high school). I spent the night smoking pot and pretending like I was better than everyone because I didn't go, but really, I was dying inside.
God, I'm glad I'm an adult now.

/end therapy

I never actually went to prom.

My junior year, I asked four different people to go with me. I realize how desperate that sounds, but I just wanted a friend to go to prom with. I was turned down three times, and finally, a friend of mine (who I was in love with, on top of that) that had just broken up with his long-time girlfriend said he would take me. I was overjoyed. Cue to about a week later, he's gotten back together with his girlfriend and is now taking her to prom.

So yes. No prom for me.

First prom experience was going to the junior prom with a guy in the neighborhood who was a friend of brother. I was the only 8th grader there. It was a bizarre evening - everytime we danced I came away with a wet shoulder - I think he was sucking on it or something. I ended up getting sick from the lobster thermadore we had for dinner and we left early. He didn't want to take me home (would have rather driven around all night with me puking periodically) and cried in the car when he dropped me off without a goodnight kiss.

A few years later at my junior prom my date bailed out on me three days beforehand because he started dating somebody (we were just very good friends, but whatever.) Another good friend went with me; he even had his own tux at the ready. We were drunk and coked out to the gills all night and had a spectacular evening. The hotel where the prom was held got a bomb threat and we had to stand in the parking lot for three hours while the police bomb squad and security went though the hotel. The dj and photographer stayed extra hours to make up for the delay, and we all got to contact our parents to tell them the prom was extended. I got home in the morning and found out my grandmother had died the night before, but my folks didn't want to tell me for fear of ruining my big night.

I never went to my prom. I don't have legs.

I didn't go to my prom. Instead I spent the night with 5 other defectors theater-going and diner-hopping, with a jug of cheap red wine and mike's hard lemonade.

It was a great, teenaged, clichéd, drunken, debaucherous night. I did not have to endure any suck. Therefore, I win.

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.

Senior Prom, 1988. Three girls and three guys in the back of a limo...drinking, kissing...drinking some more...date swap...fun kissing the other two girls. Drinking some more...boys start kissing each other...Way more fun than kissing the girls. Yeesh. 2008...two of three guys are gay, the three girls are married with kids, and if they knew this site existed they would probably weigh in with some really terrible prom night memories.

Damnit. It is a Wednesday, and I'm sick so I will have to keep this short and read everyone else's posts later :(
I went to prom stag, with a lesbian friend. Her girlfriend was a bit antisocial and as for me...I don't know. Maybe all the guys at my highschool thought I was actually dating her (my own mom briefly thought I was dating her), 'cause none of them ever asked me out for anything, although I couldn't seem to step out of my hometown with out getting hit on left and right. Anyway, the dance mostly sucked, although my friend had a good time going around grabbing random people's asses. We skipped out early and went bowling in our formal wear (with a bunch of random friends who did not go to our school, either because they had graduated already or dropped out). Then we met some other friends back at her place for waffles. There was also a good half hour spent at Steak and Shake drinking bad coffee but I don't remember exactly when in the evening that happened.

Prom would have been great, except I was a photographer for the school newspaper and yearbook, and my teacher-advisor made me take pictures throughout the event. I argued that any number of other student-photographers NOT actually attending the prom should have done the dirty work.

Afterwords, my date and I went to an extremely wild party. Our plan was to later hit the beach and fuck like bunnies as the sun came up over Lake Michigan. Unfortunately, I got so drunk at the party that I passed out somewhere in the backyard, and ultimately puked all over myself.

There would be no sunrise fuckfest.

My high school prom was pretty uneventful. I went stag with a couple other girls and at some point during the night had the realization that I was totally ready to graduate and move on from high school without looking back. Which I promptly did.

However, next weekend I am going my college's version of prom which promises to be an awkward night. I had no intention of going at all until last night when my ex-boyfriend called me up and asked me to go with him. Should be an interesting night... Hopefully it won't match any of these horror stories but it has the potential. Wish me luck.

MY proms were both pretty nice! My junior prom was adorable; I went with a really funny guy I was sort of dating who was an incredible dancer and we basically just danced our asses off the entire night. Very rare in a 17-year-old boy. And then a bunch of us got milkshakes after.

My senior prom I wore this slinky red number and went with my boyfriend. The actual prom wasn't as much fun, but at the afterparty I got BLAZED and pretty drunk, too, and ended up participating in, um, an orgy. Which always makes for a good dinner party story. (Also, I feel like I can tell who had their prom in Austin, because it always end with, "And then I smoked A LOT of weed. A LOT.")

I think the rest of us should just quit while we're ahead - no one's going to top PissBoy's tale of tuxejaculation.

Junior Prom 1998. My boyfriend tried to back out of going to the prom the week before because he didn't have enough money to rent a tux and limo AND buy the needed amount of drugs and alcohol for prom weekend. When another dude offered to take me instead, jealous boyfriend was able to get enough money for a tux, but asked if we could borrow his car instead of take a limo. On the way to the prom in said '86 Nissan Sentra, he dropped a lit blunt on my purple satin dress, causing a huge hole on my upper thigh which I had to awkwardly cover with my hand all night and totally destroying my high in the process. We were too stoned to dance and only got up from our table to smoke cigarettes and try to find a door which wasn't monitored by a hired police officer from which to escape. "Wonderful Tonight," indeed.

there are no words PissBoy....no words

needless to say, I tip my hat to you sir for a story that almost made me choke on my donut

Strangely I don't remember very much about either one of my proms, except that after senior prom my friend had rented a house out in the middle of the nowhere, a 1.5 hour drive from home. We all passed out in the limo on the way there (Woo! Party!)...

Only to be jolted awake by our limo driver coming to a screeching halt just in time to avoid hitting a deer. We were all launched across the limo into a dazzling pile of evening finery and it took a good 10 minutes and the help of the driver to get us all untangled again.

It was hilarious.

My prom (in 1986!) could have been a John Hughes movie. I and 3 of my best female friends were not at all on the in-crowd in high school, but actually were really social with some people at the local university, so we asked a group of four good male college-aged friends to come with us. The problem was, these guys were, ummm, different from the kids we went to school with. This was Southern Kentucky in 1986, and these guys were punks, and nothing quite like them had ever been seen inside that school.

People gave us a HUGE berth. They were obviously really scared of us, which is hilarious because all we did was dance, get our favors, and have our picture taken, just like everyone else...

Everyone looks pretty normal in that picture, right? Well, not normal enough - for one thing, we were the only girls there who weren't in pastel colors (yes, wearing black to prom made me cutting edge!). The greatest moment (and most John Hughesian) of the night came when the Bitch Queen (dressed in hoop-skirted purple and looking like nothing so much as Glinda, Good Witch of the North) actually said "They're ruining my prom!!!" Hilariously, although I was always considered a loser and a geek in high school, when my little sister started high school after I graduated she was considered instantly cool because this story had already become legend.

Oh, and the reason there are only three guys in that picture is because the fourth realized he was gay that same day. We all had figured this out long before, and were at a loss to see how it affected our platonic prom plans, but there you go....

Yay for '80s prom memories!

Our prom was at Disney World's Contemporary Resort. 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. Then we went on the roof to smoke out and I had a spontaneous orgasm while watching a distant fireworks display. Good times, ya'll. Good times.

Hey, I forgot to list my shitty prom experience:

So we had spent the majority of the year making fun of this chick, who was completely underdeveloped, kooky religious and a total wallflower, right? Anyhoow, we thought it'd be a fuckin' groovy idea to have one of us (i.e. me) actually ask the misfit to the big event. Naturally, she thought I was joking because I was so smokin' hot at the time, what with my awesomely touchable fro-mullet and mad-ass dance skillz. So anyhow, I hang with dorkzilla for a week or two beforehand and you know what? She turned out to be a really sweet girl. She just drew a lousy hand in life and ended up being raised by her nutjob mother. Underneath all the insecurities, the shyness, and social ackwardness, she was just a really dynamite chick with hopes and dreams just like everybody else. Which kinda sucks 'cause after rigging the King & Queen ballots (I won King without any tampering...), we ended up dumping a shitload of pig blood all over her and she freaked out and killed most of the graduating class and staff with some wicked-ass power-of-the-mind shit.

Yeah it was freaky - there was a ton of crying and screaming and blood and some dude got electrocuted by these cables that like, snake-wrapped themselves around him and Coach Peterson's head exploded and the punch we spiked earlier turned into a boiling mass of liquid projectiles, but all in all it turned out to be an okay night. Know why? 'Cause I totally fingered her behind the Circle-K, bro. AWE-SOME!

Oh my GOD Skitt, I am dying.

No prom - I'm British, dammit! ;-) We may have them now (I have no idea, do we?) but not in my day.

But I do recall an excruciating school disco, the first time the boy's school and the girl's equivalent got together for an event. The girl's school (mine, obs.) was a convent school, the boy's was run by priests. Need I say more? No close dancing on pain of being thrown out, no alcohol, girls in too-short hotpants were ordered to put their coats on, and it ended at 10pm.

Sucked, really. Catholic clergy have no idea how to have fun (if one doesn't count diddling with altar boys, obviously).....

Edith, mad props for posting that picture. That is amazing.

Quiz: "prom" or "the prom"? I'm from Massachusetts and everybody said "the prom." I was so confused when I saw Pretty in Pink and Andie said "What about prom, Blaine?"

Wow, Sarina, that's awful. (and I know someone who is currently pregnant who was also on both forms of BC).

My prom (in 1978!) was a bust. I was on the organising committee. We booked a hot local band (names withheld to protect the guilty) we knew a long time before the event, and by the time prom came they had two singles in the top 40 and the prom was a really major deal. Everyone wanted to come.

The band, of course, wanted to cancel. We held them to their contract (best friend's father was a lawyer), so they showed up, stinking drunk. The lead singer attempted to rape my best friend backstage, before throwing up all over her. Then my boyfriend got into a full-bore fight with the drummer, who was wired on something other than alcohol. He got a broken nose The drummer fought with another two people.

Seven people got arrested, the event wrapped early, everyone went and got drunk somewhere else.

My best friend went to college on the settlement from the lead singer. Back in those days rock stars paid to keep rape allegations out of the papers.

Damn Piss Boy. How I wish we could have partied together in my partin' days. I bet you are just oodles of fun.

In honor of Piss Boy's candor, here is my story: I wasn't asked to either of my proms. I desperately wished someone would ask me but, alas, no luck. Being quite painfully shy, I just couldn't muster the courage to ask a boy out. I didn't get the nerve up to ask a man out until I was 40. I'm 42 now and engaged to the third man I asked out (yes, he was the first one to say yes--shut up!)

Bridgette...Oddly enough, i was pretty reserved and shy as well. My circle of friends was small...but get a shy person behind closed doors (or a privacy screen) and everything is out the door.

Junior Prom was pretty bad...here the junior class is in charge of putting on the prom for the seniors. Needless to say I was up very late the night before and had to get up insanely early the next day. I don't remember much about prom or the afterprom but at the party afterward I know that I had exactly 2 smirnoff ices and passed out. I actually had a pretty high tolerance at 17 but with that much sleep deprivation I wasn't going very far.


BUT Senior prom was the worst...I went with my gay best friend and he was an hour and a half late of course. I was highly angry and we missed the whole picture taking process with all of our friends. We got pulled over on the way to dinner because his license plates had expired. I spent most of the night trying to avoid him and then one of my other friends squeezed me so hard that one of the straps on my dress broke. The only entertaining part of the night was at afterprom when a younger girl jumped on the velcro wall and her hair got caught and they had to call people in to get her unstuck...pretty classic

My junior prom is this Saturday! I won't be there, though, because I am a dork and will be at the state speech meet. I'm also that super shy girl who can never get a date, so prom isn't really an option even if I could go.

I went to a senior prom with a friend when I was a sophomore. I got some bragging rights from this, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. First of all, I had a crush on the guy who asked me (he was the older brother of a friend) but he made it very clear that we were going as "just friends". Repeatedly. He also suggested I wear the peach dress I wore to my sister's wedding (lame bridesmaid's dress) and I felt a bit dorky in it. Then when he showed up to my house he asked my mom when he should have me home (she hadn't even bothered giving me a curfew before he asked that). Probably the worst part was his dorky white tux with tails, though. I still managed to enjoy myself most of the time, in spite of the embarrassment of both our outfits and the fact that he mentioned again that night how nice it was to have a "friend" to go to prom with, instead of the pressure of a real date. Looking back I'm not sure why I had the crush. Later on in college he was actually finally interested in me, but I had gotten over my silly crush by then and found his attention painful.

I skipped my own senior prom. I went so far as to plan a trip out of town to visit family that weekend so I even had a good excuse to tell the couple of dorks who asked me.

Three proms to speak of:

"Wonderful Tonight," sophomore year. I was asked by my friend Peter as a friend friend thing, since he was desperate and whatever. In the marathon of going to five different houses to take fake pictures in weird poses I got us lost on the way to one of them. Peter was pissed. So we get to prom and he ditches me and doesn't want to dance (and might I add, I'm a dancing MACHINE. MACHINE.) so I went and danced with my other friends. Then two days later he told everyone that I was the one that ditched him. Overall, not too bad a night.

"The Way You Look Tonight," senior year. I went with ex-boy Ethan and it was a pretty good night. Definitely the best of the three. My dress rocked, my shoes ruled, my hair was fantastic, and I actually liked Ethan. And he danced. So I was alllll set.

"Wonderful Tonight," freshman year of college. I was still dating Ethan and he was a senior, so I got roped in. Ew. This. Was. The. Worst. Probably moreso for me because I'm a girl than anything else. I went to get my hair done and it basically looked like I hadn't showered in a week and my makeup and dress totally washed me out. It took them over 2 hours to do my manicure/pedicure and they looked awful, and then I was late getting home so we were late getting to school. Then Ethan and I fought the ENTIRE time. And teachers kept talking to me like I was their friends. And a girl that was a year older than me was there. And she had invited herself.

So no good anecdotes. Just, good, great, and terrible. But whatev.

Being a Brit I missed out on all this prom nonsense. However we did have a 'leavers day' which basically involved a dinner at school, a comforting speech by the headmaster and being allowed into the inner sanctum of the teachers lounge for tea, cake and patronising conversation. Later in the evening we had arranged a private fancy-dress party at the local rugby club. I was dressed as a Christmas tree, and fortified with a little sangria got it on with the delightfully virginal head-boy in the middle of the field. Ahhhhh. We did have a few heavily-inviglated school discos otherwise but nothing major.

My first prom:

Sophomore year (1998): A senior asked me to go with him. I'm pretty sure he was gay, although hot as hell, so I asked my parents and my mother told me that it would be whore-ish to go, then emailed my sister through the email acct we shared that she was afraid I was a slut. I won't be brave like Edith and post a picture, but for reals, there was no way anyone was either a)asking or b) getting any from me at that point in my life. Also, I think my mom went temporarily insane because she is normally THE AWESOME and does not and never again referred to me that way. Something about her little girl growing up or something, but also, I had to wear long sleeves. In Texas. In MAY. ON THE BEACH.

Junior year (1999): Everything prom should be in the movies. I went with a boy I liked, who I would date for 3 years who would eventually break my heart by sleeping with a fellow altar flag girl (marching band nerds, what can I say) while I was away at college. But prom - we slow danced to "Kiss me" as he asked me to be his girlfriend and it was just like someone upthread said - every single hair on my head reacted to his voice.

God, I'm glad that I'm 10 years past that.

I'm very lucky. One of the psychology faculty for whom I work is a leader in the field of shyness. I learned a great deal from him--that is how I finally got the courage to ask a man out! I have finally become what is known as successfully shy. Too bad I didn't have that knowledge as a young person.

I feel so old! I hope you young whippersnappers with upcoming proms learn something from the experiences recounted here (like bring a change of clothes for after the limo ride, eh Piss Boy?) Oh, and stay off my lawn!

i met and spoke at length with neil young the week before my grad (canadian prom). this solidified my decision to skip the dance and hang out downtown with some hot, older metalheads...

i woke up with a major bangover (from HEADBANGING, get your minds out of the gutter), but it was worth it.

as always, thanks to neil.

Hey I just went to prom last week! The best thing was my dress, which was one of a kind and super fuckin awesome. My boyfriend and I went by ourselves because I don't have many friends at my school and he doesn't go there. We went to Whole Foods before hand, then couldn't find somewhere to eat, then fought through dinner and got into a big fight after dinner, almost didn't go because we were in the car crying.

Eventually we got to the country club where it was, made up by making out, almost had sex on the golf course but reconsidered when we saw teachers walking around, and went inside with about half an hour left to prom. It was a lot of fun while we were there though. The place was nice and we could hang out outside. After we went to a friends house and smoked hookah and got drunk.

I've got another prom to go to in a couple weeks. Any advice?

Both years I went with friends and both years I had perfectly good times. I don't know - everyone always talks about how high school sucks, but I happened to kind of love high school.

Ladies - go with your gay friends. We treat the women in our lives real nice. :-D

OK, so I never had super-duper high hopes for prom, and my advice to those with upcoming proms is to adjust your expectations accordingly.

Here are the highlights: I took a blind date who lived in our town but went to Catholic Private School, he insisted on wearing a fedora the whole time (it was 2000), we didn't really get on, so I left him at prom and went home with friends. The rest of the night was a flurry of (I kid you not) Wal-Mart, Waffle House, and watching Cruel Intentions at my friend's house (who lived out in the boonies). Apparently my friend hadn't cleared the after-prom thing with her mom, so we were all summarily kicked out at 5am. Fun times.

My senior prom sucked because I was forced to move my junior year to Houston, a quasi-metropolis that doesn't really have much to over young people.

Since I wasn't too keen on making new friends so late in the high school game, I hung out with the AP /Honors nerds.

Asked a co-worker at my movie theater job to go with me like months before. By the time prom rolled around, he got a girlfriend but supposedly she was still okay with him going to prom with me. Then day before prom, he goes " I forgot to request off time from work, so could you like find someone else?" This devastated me since I was already depressed that I had to ask a mere acquaintenance and then he flakes. I got my gay best friend to drive up from my old high school and come with me.

The dinner sucked, for the record, I never want to be at a table where ppl order Rabbit Enchiladas ever again! Cafe Annie's in Houston sucks, don't ever go there!

My hair got messed up since we decided to take pictures by a freakin' fountain. Not a good plan. Humidity and curls do not mix!

Get to prom after being lost for an hour. I'm pissed about my hair, and then had to spend over an hour in line for pics.

Then, the best song played was "Better off Alone" by Alice Deejay while the Asian kids danced with glowsticks! Holy hell, I hated that night. It was all R&B, Trance, and Country (i.e. mostly crap).

Luckily, we had a lockin/Senior night at an indoor amusement park so I consoled myself with bowling and arcade games for the rest of the night.

Texas was big on no drunk driving (too many kids crashing cars into trees and dying etc), so no staying in hotels. They basically forced everyone to go to the lock-in or be escorted home via bus.

Prom sucked hard.

My proms were always a good time. I think because I never expected them to be the Best. Night. Of. My. Life. And I always seemed to have a boyfriend around prom time, so there were never any worries about who to go with.

I loved dressing up, I loved dancing, and I loved an excuse to hang out with people I didn't always get to hang out with. My goal at prom was always to chat it up or dance with people that weren't in my immediate circle of friends for part of the night (although, my friends were a lot of fun - always acting crazy and doing stupid shit). Being drunky always allowed that to happen easily.

I always had fun at formals in college too. And I love weddings. I'm just that kind of girl - I don't mind crowds and I love having a good time with people I like. Okay, and wearing a hot dress and getting my hair did.

Meredith - advice:

1) Don't think your prom is going to be some life-changing experience

2) Don't expect you'll fall in love at prom

3) If your date sucks, don't hang out with him/her

4) If you usually care what people think of you, suspend that concern until after prom. Allow yourself to talk to whoever the hell you want, dance like an idiot, and act all sorts of silly.

I have you all beat.
Senior year, my dad was transferred to a new base and I had to move a month after school started. There was a drive-by shooting my first day and due to different state requirements for graduation, I had to be placed in a freshman geography class. I still ended up with a solid group of friends by prom. We went as a group and I was rocking this adorable short little dress. In Denver we stopped at this gas station on Colfax Avenue where this drunk guy actually grabbed my chest and asked me how much I charged. Not funny to a sheltered teen. The dance was fine until some kids pulled the fire alarm and shut it down pretty early. The school had this policy that you had to attend the afterparty at the school gym (35 miles from the Denver Athletic Club) or you wouldn't be allowed to walk at graduation (supposedly kept the kids from drinking). We all drove back home in the same way and, as such, got to see the decapitated bodies of our classmates who had wrapped their rented sports car around a tree. Really nice kids too. The topper was that the guy I was crushing on ending up sleeping with the foreign exchange student from Amsterdamn that night. On the upside, it was such a horrible series of events, that pretty much nothing in my life since then has phased me in the slightest.

My prom sucked so badly (junior year at least) that 5 years later, my blind date wrote up a huge screed about how terrible it was I didn't nail her on the back seat of my volvo. Until I sent her a passive-aggressive email about it, that was result number 4 for my name in Google.

In my defense, I didn't know the vibe was out there.

If I had, I would still have run a marathon with a corkscrew in my ass rather than tap hers.

I wasted pretty much all the time leading up to prom trying to persuade a funny and gorgeous German girl to go to the prom with me. She said yes, but disappeared on the night itself - which I finally made sense of when she came out of the closet two months later.

My actual prom was a big fat "meh." Crappy food, crappy music, boring, navel-grazing awards ceremony, the fact that I wasn't actually on speaking terms with the people I had to sit with during the dinner. Ok. It sucked pretty bad. That and someone got stabbed at the after-party I almost went to. WOOOO!!!

Well, I had a rather pleasant experience my senior year because I went with a few friends and not with the person who asked me.

The year after I graduated I went with him, because he was senior and I felt bad that he didn't have a date. That pretty much sucked, I had to drive because he didn't have his license. My car ran out of gas on the way home. And his hair was longer than mine. I mean...by at least 4 inches. Which I didn't know because I hadn't seen him since I had graduated. Plus I ended up avoiding him the whole night because he still had a huge crush on me and had lied and said he didn't. AWKWARD. I don't think he showered in like a week either. It was definitely gross and I'm glad I didn't make that mistake my senior year. Instead of dancing with this guy, I danced with my other guy friend who was wearing a dress. His makeup was done better than mine! *sigh*

Although being a pretty girl, no one ever asked me to prom. It was fine I had my date Jack Daniels in my purse, and Jose stashed in a neat garter flask under my dress. You guessed it, drunk. Off my ass. And high as a kite, too. Ahhh high school.

It's a really long story, but here are the highlights (lowlights?):

*my dress was way too tight, I couldn't breathe
*I was sick
*my date was really annoying
*I went home early and cried
*my date stalked me for several months after prom. It was like the nightmare dance that wouldn't end.

I so wish I hadn't gone to prom.

My date was my girlfriend at that time, the problem was that I didn't like her that much; I wanted to go to the prom with another girl that I sort of liked. Then, my friends sort of betrayed each other and went on separate ways, leaving me with my girlfriend and her friends

At dinner before prom, I got second-degree burns on the roof of my mouth through a jalepeno popper. I still went to prom anyway, though I should have gone to the ER.

an enormous, crew-cutted football player came running out of the men's room screaming "There's a PUNK in the bathroom!"

I was very amused when, at my third high school (moved a few times) this suburban moneyed redneck type saw me in my go-to Halloween costume of Robert Smith and said "are you a boah or a girl?" He may have meant this to be insulting. I was happy that just wearing makeup seemed to mindfuck him a little. Wore my hair like that all the time anyway. Spend ten minutes or so teasing it then you've got a fuss free mop that can't get messed up because it's ALREADY messed up.

Yeah, prom night I bagged groceries and made thirty or so bucks. An okay night for tips. I was only going to go if I already had a girlfriend and she wanted to. Otherwise I didn't want to bother. My Florida high school's homecomings were like an all-ages prom anyway. It was formal, in a hotel, etc. My girlfriend and I went on a sort of mutual lark. Didn't dance but we thought the dinner they'd provided was pretty good, and then a bunch of us rode around in our limo and hung out on the beach in Fort Lauderdale for a little while (the only time of day it's pleasant). I got up here and there was this sorry shit happening in a gym called "homecoming". Feh.

Some friends who all shared a house in college hadn't gone to their proms in high school either and started having an annual "prom" party, complete with themes and portraits. Those were pretty fun. Behold 1996 and my velvet-lapeled jacket with shiny thread woven into the plaid. http://www.jaynagyphoto.com/prom2.jpg Best Junkman's Daughter's Brother purchase ever. Not the greatest picture but not wonderfully bad either (I don't even keep the really bad ones, that's my sister's thing, the freak). I can't remember why my glasses are off. Our group had dinner at The Melting Pot that year. And who wouldn't have fun there?

Well have you tried it?

Then GO!

Plus, I agree, Edith's picture is too right to have factually happened.

*sigh* I guess it wouldn't be Pajibaland anymore without hearing way more about someone than you ever wanted to.

My prom story is pretty boring. I skipped my junior prom by having the convenient excuse of a family reunion. But secretly I wasn't sad about this since it let me avoid the discomfort of not having a date.

I went to senior prom with my boyfriend-now-husband. It was his fifth prom, which now makes me laugh. He took me to a great restaurant that typical kids my age would never think of going to, which was probably a good early indicator of our dining habits to come. We then went to prom and had an ok time. I wished I would have danced though, but at the time I thought it would make me look like I cared too much. I had a great dress that my aunt made for me, very unique and still unlike any dress I've ever seen. We then went back to my house and felt each other up in the family room while my parents slept upstairs.

What might make it a decent story is the fighting my prom caused between my parents. My dad was very strict when I was in high school and I had a firm 12:30 curfew. I knew there was no way my parents would let me stay out all night at a hotel (the thought makes me laugh!), but I fought hard for 2:00 am. My mother fought loudly with my dad about this until he gave in, which he then held over our heads for the next year. I love my dad now and we have a great relationship, but he really was a passive aggressive dick at the time.

The funniest thing is that we did get back on time, even a little early, but we still did way more on the family room couch that we probably would have done in a hotel room with 20 other high school kids. Godtopus help me, please don't let me be as short sighted as my parents.

My junior prom was a BLAST. I bought my dress exactly a week before, spent almost no money on it, really didn't care much. Didn't even go with a date; went with about seven co-ed friends, and then afterwards we hit the boardwalk. It was simply a fun, great experience.

My senior prom was a flop. I went with a date, which was a mistake; we were friends, but nowhere NEAR romantically-inclined towards each other, so it was kind of awkward being forced into all these damn pics and dances with each other.

I'd also decided it was my last chance to WOW my peers, so I spent a lot of money on this....glittery skin-tight abomination of a gown, the memory of which has shamed me for years. I also decided to ditch my glasses for contacts for the FIRST TIME ever, and the lenses they gave me were not nearly strong enough; I spent my awkwardly-partnered, awkwardly-dressed senior prom about as oblivious as Mr. Magoo.

Good times.

Katy- He was great :-) Enjoy it while it lasts! (And make sure he chaperones one of your daughter's dances!)

heehee - I'm dying at some of these...I know I'm in the ether here, but had to mention my Canadian post-grad party - it was actually a shitty party but we arrived in style! My soon-to-come-out-of-the-closet girlfriend had her twisted uncle dress up as Dr. Frankenfurter and drive us to the poshest place in town in a freakied-up double decker bus...we all wore custom period piece wear - 18th century poet, 60's gogo girl, mod/punk for my mad hungarian boyfriend and I designed and had made a Red-as-hell velvet and gold medieval-ish dress with trim - the front ended at the barest hint of Britney and the back turned into a tattered train. Nice! One parent said loudly, 'good god! she's only wearing half a dress!'

I had the flu though, and spent the night locating and collecting my handpainted dance party promotional posters featuring the Joker and Vampirella (to keep for posterity).

Nobody talked to us that night!

I went with my gay friend on the last minute. I decided to not go at all until he urged me to go. It was pretty boring. He owed me $50 for the ticket plus the hair saloon. Atleast the after party was epic.

My experience with 'prom' is still considered the stuff of legends-as is any event where I am provided with both music and alchy-mohal. Let me paint the picture for you...My date was my gay best friend who chickened out on taking his BF at the last minute and asked me to break my 'prom sucks' to go with him. In honour of my not wanting to conform to the whole fairy princess thing I dyed my super short hair florscent pink. My dress was black and simple-I wore flip flops with it and had a crazy feather boa like out of George Clinton's closet. I then proceeded to drink all night long-pretty much everything after showing up is a blur but I do know that at the end my date went home with his man-and I went home with some other girls.

I went to all those homecomings and proms and it's over 15 years later and I can't really remember specifics. They all kind of blur into one big boring scene in a dressed-up gymnasium with cheesy music and a date in a rental tux. All I remember is: no one I knew ever danced and the thing to do was go, get your picture made, and slip out as soon as possible to go to some party where substances were abused and sex was had.

Both the proms I went to were so bland I can't remember the theme song for either, where we went to dinner, where we went afterwards, or anything about the evening. I do recall that all the girls wore taffeta dresses. Like, literally, every single girl.

I miss the '80's.

Well, I'm late to the party, as always...

I was "that guy," too. I actually went to two high school proms after I had graduated (wife is two years younger than me; we started dating when I was a senior and she was a sophomore, therefore I got to go for her junior and senior years) and yeah, it was awkward. Twice.

I went all out for one of my good friends that night. limo, flowers, occasional drugs, everything....and that whore had the nerve to fuck her exboyfriend in the bathroom where, naturally, his date walked in on them! after this happened, i went off with his date (also a friend of mine) and left the two whores to rot in their nasty fishnjizz stew.

in the words of Tracey Flick, "NO! DIDN'T BOTHER ME AT ALL!!!"

I only went to Senior prom. I wasn't a girly girl, so I ended up wearing a dress my mom got at a garage sale for five bucks -- a really pretty black sheath with hand-painted tulips on it. My mom did my hair in this braid-thing, and I stuck out because I wasn't wearing a pastel frothy thing. Looking back ay my photos, though, I looked just fine.

I took my best friend, Matt, and we had a great time. We danced like idiots, laughed our asses off, went bowling afterwords, and then ate doughnuts at a 24 hour doughnut place. It was fun. I'm so glad I wasn't dating anyone at the time.

Interestingly, my little brother also took his red-headed best friend to the prom, and they had an equally good time.

I only went to Senior prom. I wasn't a girly girl, so I ended up wearing a dress my mom got at a garage sale for five bucks -- a really pretty black sheath with hand-painted tulips on it. My mom did my hair in this braid-thing, and I stuck out because I wasn't wearing a pastel frothy thing. Looking back ay my photos, though, I looked just fine.

I took my best friend, Matt, and we had a great time. We danced like idiots, laughed our asses off, went bowling afterwords, and then ate doughnuts at a 24 hour doughnut place. It was fun. I'm so glad I wasn't dating anyone at the time.

Interestingly, my little brother also took his red-headed best friend to the prom, and they had an equally good time.

samantha t

It ALWAYS bothered me when Andie would say "what about prom?" I was always one for calling it the prom. In my high school, we didn't have a junior prom.

I didn't go to either of our prom/formals/homecomings/what the fuck ever. I did go to my grade 8 grad, but only because I was 12 at the time and didn't yet have the balls to refuse. Took for-freaking-ever to get a dress for that one, and I both hate dresses and hate clothes shopping.

I would like to note that my mother attempted to force me into going to my grad/prom the last year of high school. She tried to set me up with her coworker's younger brother. I, having grown a pair at this point, said no, nuh-uh, no way, get off my back, I'm not going.

She's still bothering me to go out and party and get a boyfriend and 'have fun'. Dunno about you, but that is not 'fun' to me. She's also glad I'm growing my hair out, as 'people will think you're a lesbian, short hair and no boyfriend'. I'm not a lesbian, okay. I just like short hair. I'm coming to the conclusion that I am, if not asexual, then a-romantic. Jesus, fuck off, I'm not worthless just because I have no interest in dating.

/rant.

I went to both of my proms for some reason.

My Junior prom sucked. We showed up late because we were too busy watching Clerks: The Animated Series to be bothered to leave on time. We talked about professional wrestling with our Global Studies teacher outside. We went midnight bowling afterward. Those were the highlights of our night.

Senior prom sucked, too. Nothing notable happened other than my friend Josh headbutting the QB of the football team on the dance floor for some reason.

The afterparty was pretty kickass, though. We drank a shit-ton of vodka, formed a conga line to hit the 3-foot bong, and then passed around a blunt and a bubbler while watching Story of Ricky.

If I had to do it all over, I'd have saved my money and used it to buy more booze for the afterparty.

My date and I fell asleep under the table.

I was home schooled, but we had this home school group that organized a 'prom' of sorts for us. I submit it before you as the Worst Prom Ever:

All students aged 12 and older could attend this wholesome romp, which was held in the fellowship hall of a church. Festivities included a line dance caller (square dancing), a father/daughter & mother/son spotlight dance (parents were required to attend), and continuous hijacking of the sound system for my peers to play their favorite Veggie Tales tunes.

My parents made me go.

Now, I was a good kid in high school, and I firmly believe that this event contributed in a major way to my current alcoholism and an unhealthy obsession with cucmbers (damn Veggie Tales, you make me feel so dirty).

s. pisaster

Something like this?
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i had enough credits to graduate after junior year, but we were only a class of 200, we all knew each other, and my boyfriend and just come back, so i stayed for senior year to do all the prom/grad nite/ditch day/prank and whatever else we could think of---after all, we were the charter class, meaning there WERE no seniors our junior year, so we would also be the first seniors. also, as his campaign manager, i got my best friend elected school president, it was shaping up to be a really cool year!
then my dad's company transferred us back to california, so i lived with my grandmother until the end of the first semester (forgot to mention, i was allowed to date at 13, but not allowed to go to a dance unless i was with a boy. i never did get that one). then my parents found a house an hour away, so i changed school again. each school had requirements to graduate that were different, so i had to stay. out of three high schools in senior year, i didn't get to do a single senior thing. except actual graduation, where i didn't know a single soul and my parents made me go. and said boyfriend was freshman year at georgia/athens, so he discovered WOMEN, and i was forgotten.
to this day, i never learned to dance (not even ice dancing, just freestyle and partners, ha-ha).

i may not win, but i get an honorable mention!

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My senior prom rocked. It was the night of my 18th birthday (back then, legal drinking age was 18)-my date was already 18. Went to dinner with a bunch of our friends, then hit the prom briefly, but then adjourned to the hotel for normal prom night hijinks and hilarity.

ugh....i am always late to these!

i actually went to 3 proms....i know, i know...the first and last were cliche-boring-prom things, but the second was a lot of fun. i went with a friend from my art class - the stereotypical weird kid who spoke in his own language and was about 4 inches shorter than me. he bought me a hot pink corsage with flashing lights built into it.

now he is 2 inches taller than i am and we are both still friends in the same design program. i wish my other two proms had been more like that.

I went to 3 proms.
Sophmore Year: I went with a Jr. who couldn't find another date his own age, and asked me under the condition that I don't "use" him as a date to go to the prom a year early (at our school we're only allowed to go Jr. and Sr. year unless asked by someone older) and that I don't "ditch" him while we are there. He was a good looking kid, I guess, but I didn't care much about the fact that I was going with him, I just cared that I was going. Then his friend couldn't find a date so I found one for him that just happened to be my best friend! We all rented a limo and went out to a nice dinner (which I had to pay my half for, he didn't even offer). I showed up for pics before hand (The parents wanted their own shots) and everyone was all "OMG You look so beautiful!" I had really gone all out and gotten this beautiful ball gown. I got my hair did and my nails did and was just all excited for him to think he had a really good looking date. Well, he didn't once, not ONCE tell me that I looked nice. I got nothing! Then he spent the whole night talking with the boys and making bets on who was going to get lucky first. Needless to say, that didn't happen. Word to the wise, boys, ALWAYS tell your date that they look gorgeous, or any other variation of the word. Otherwise, nothing good will come of it.
Junior Year: I asked the guy I REALLY wanted to go with (and also had a crush on) and he said he wasn't going. So, a male friend and I decided to go together. Well, come to find out, the boy I had a crush on was asked by another girl and he said yes to her. It crushed me. But I spent the whole night hanging out with him, his date, my date, and all of our other friends because we were all really close. I ended up being on the front page of the local newspaper b/c I was dancing with some girlfriends and everyone really liked my dress. Afterwards, we all went to my crush's sister's house so we could have a party. We all got drunk (I got HAMMERED) and I was upset about my crush going with someone else and what not. Then, my date and I went to bed and ended up fooling around and b/c I was drunk and sad I told him that I wanted to have sex with him. Repeatedly...extremely loud...and everyone in the house heard. To make matters worse, he wouldn't ahve sex with me. It was embarassing but now that I look back on it I'm glad he wouldn't b/c that would have been a terrible way to lose my virginity.
Senior Year: Remember the guy who I was crushing on? Yeah we ended up dating a couple weeks after Jr. Prom and we were still together Sr. Year so we went together. My best friend and I got ready together, got our hair done and did our makeup and I told him to meet us at her house around 5 for pictures. All of a sudden, we're outside fully dressed and ready for pictures, and he drives by and stops. He looks at me and says "You look beautiful, but what time was I supposed to be here?" Yeah dill hole, right now would be nice. So he had to rush home and change and come back.
Then...oh yes it gets better. We had been dating about a year at this point, obviously I was sleeping with him (mind blowing out of this world sex) and we finally made it to the dance. I was having a great time dancing with friends and him (pretty decent dancer for an 18 year old male) and all of a sudden during a slow song I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turn around and it's my male friend who two years ago had gone away to a private school. He and I had been best friends since about 6th grade and I hadn't seen him in about 6 months. I got really excited to see him there and threw my arms around him for a huge hug. My bf got so mad at this that when I turned around, he was gone! And I couldn't find him anywhere. My best friend and I looked for over an hour and finally her date found him in the men's room. He came out to talk to me and was all "You never get that excited to see me and blah blah blah" being a total butt hurt moron. So I explained the situation and he still wouldnt get over it so I was like "Fine, just ruin my senior prom then. let's go!" We left and went back to the hotel room we had rented for our romantic night of making love and drinking champagne. We got back to the hotel and I immediately forgot the champagne and went straight for the vodka. I got so drunk b/c I was angry with him that I drank probably a 5th within a half hour. Next thing I know I'm in the bath tub and the room is spinning. He came in to check on me and get into the tub with me and as soon as he did, I threw up all over him! Thankfully we were already in the bath tub and could just clean it out and take a shower! LOL. Poor guy! He apologized for being a dick and we had crazy rabbit sex all night once I was done vomiting! Puke and rally folks...
We're still really close friends to this day and can joke about the shit he put me through. Although he still apologizes from time to time!

Oh yeah, I almost forgot: My prom was held (both years) at the community center, not some hotel ballroom. Nobody rented limos back then. Kids these days ...And while not passing any judgment whatsoever on those who did, I neither drank, did drugs, nor had sex my senior year...and still had a fantastic time.

http://worldsbestprom.com/

It actually is obscenely difficult for me to judge what other people's normal prom experiences are like.

Reading these makes me remember a great line....."You know the best thing about high school girls? I keep gettin' older, but they stay the same age."