During my senior year, I didn't have a lot of friends. I mainly had one really close one because Don Clark graduated and left for college. This one really close friend had a passel of friends who I basically just tacked myself to. In April, that one really close friend died in a car accident--a very bad thing which I will not write about here.
A couple of weeks later, I was in the music theory room at school sitting at the piano with the marimba player (who had moved on) and another boy (whose father was our band director and who had once dated my departed close friend). We were all severely mopey, having to deal with feelings and loss that no kid should ever have to deal with, and the subject of the prom came up. Marimba player was going with his new whatever, which left Sad Boy and Sad Girl discussing if they should go together. Sad Boy's invitation was very sweet, but I just couldn't face having to buy the dress or pick out a restaurant or hide that I couldn't dance--or basically how to get up in the morning and put one foot in front of the other--so I declined.
On prom night, I went with the passel of girls to someone's house. We ordered pizza, ate popcorn, and watched Psycho--one of my all-time favorites. It was an interesting way to spend prom night, but it was probably more memorable than if I had gone with Sad Boy and moped all evening. And I didn't have to pay for the dress.
Enough with the reminiscing, jeez.
A couple of weeks later, I was in the music theory room at school sitting at the piano with the marimba player (who had moved on) and another boy (whose father was our band director and who had once dated my departed close friend). We were all severely mopey, having to deal with feelings and loss that no kid should ever have to deal with, and the subject of the prom came up. Marimba player was going with his new whatever, which left Sad Boy and Sad Girl discussing if they should go together. Sad Boy's invitation was very sweet, but I just couldn't face having to buy the dress or pick out a restaurant or hide that I couldn't dance--or basically how to get up in the morning and put one foot in front of the other--so I declined.
On prom night, I went with the passel of girls to someone's house. We ordered pizza, ate popcorn, and watched Psycho--one of my all-time favorites. It was an interesting way to spend prom night, but it was probably more memorable than if I had gone with Sad Boy and moped all evening. And I didn't have to pay for the dress.
Enough with the reminiscing, jeez.
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Proms these days are more like small weddings. I look at them as more of a rehersal for their wedding than anything. So, you may have made the right choice for yourself Sad Girl.
Mr. Sadnomyous
Nobody loved me! :(