Last night was prom. My date was the self-proclaimed Worst Prom Date Ever, which is to say, the organizer, and not really the worst prom date ever (unless you include the abandoning in the middle of prom, the pizza dinner, the forced labor and the sour towel, then maybe). Actually, I'm exaggerating for effect, Roshan did get me a beautiful red rose corsage (passion!), and really wasn't the worst date ever: he left me for his girlfriend (reasonable, considering I was forewarned), the pizza dinner was very tasty, the decorating committee needed the extra two sets of hands and the towel was presumably clean.
I showed up late at his house, the truck having recently gone out in the Great Grand Birthday Sandbox Adventure with Mike for Liza. We dashed off to get a keg, then another keg, and another one. If you ever decide to purchase a keg from a microbrewery, standing at the back gate, rattling it, howling at the top of your lungs, "WHERE IS MY KEG!?" won't endear yourself to the staff. Neither will trying to crack their combination lock. Even if you've already paid for said keg.
The combo is 0351, by the way.
We dashed off to Mitchell Park after stopping by Roshan's house to pick up the rest of the alcohol. I had two awesome cookies, baked by Roshan's housemate, Matt, who was his high school prom king (and, well, looked the part). We arrived first at the community center, and started unpacking the alcohol into the mini-gym/dance floor/hall. As we were finishing up, the decorating committee arrived: Joy, Lisa, Eric, and three others.
The decorations were blue cellophane sheets hung all around the walls, with hand crafted fish, lights and streamers. The fish were amazing. Personally, I would have drawn one of the fish, colored it, taken it to Kinko's, made fifty copies, then cut them out. Instead, Lisa cut out and glued each color out of construction paper, and these things were seriously detailed. Incredibly impressive.
We had arrived early to give the band cashola and spent a little time talking to one of the band members. She was reviewing the lyrics of the songs I think Roshan had asked them to play. She looked at me and said, "I've never heard of half these songs." I chuckled at the time, and later realized, when she was singing back up to the songs, that, well, she hadn't know half the songs because she was in kindergarten when they were first released. I, on the other hand, was in high school. Punk kid.
People started trickling in at 9, when prom was supposed to start. Roshan commented he really needed to tell people 8, since no one showed up until 9:45 anyway. A friend of Roshan's showed up on time, and so spent some time talking to me. My teammate Adam showed up soon after, with his date. When he realized no one had really shown up yet, he left. I turned to AJ, the guy I was talking to, and said, "Yeah, his real prom was about 3 weeks ago." AJ responded, "Heh. I guess this prom isn't much of a novelty for him then." "Yeah, unlike us whose prom was over a decade ago."
He turned to look at me, shocked. "Over a decade?"
I didn't have the heart to tell him, yeah, actually closer to two decades.
Eventually, Kris and Katie (yay, a date for my husband!) showed up, with Doyle and Heather. Doyle spent what seemed like the first hour on his cell phone with Brynne, who was saying crazy stuff, almost giving him permission to make out with Heather, or something like that. I think Brynne was drunk. Warren, Jess, Jess, Beth, Forker!, Paul, Shwu! and other teammates and friends starting showing up, which made the evening much better, my date Roshan being off playing host and spending time with his other date. She didn't seem to appreciate my presence, refusing to dance with me. Which entertained me to no end, with her being the "other woman" from my perspective.
Around midnight, I took off the 3" strappy heels Heather loaned me to go with the amazing dress she loaned me. It took me that long to realize that 1. I can't walk in 3" heels, no matter how much I like to pretend I'm a girl, and 2. 3" heels do not help an injured knee.
Katie sat next to me while I rested my feet, and we talked for a bit (where talking amounted to screaming at each other over the music). At one point, she yelled over to me, "Whatever you do, don't look to your left."
Which caused me to look to my left immediately.
And catch a woman with her head buried into the crotch of the guy standing in front of her, his belt undone, and his pants unzipped.
I immediately turned back to Katie, "Aaauuugh!" She laughed. The couple spent the next hour in some sort of connected body contortions. We were able to catch a picture of the two of them only after they had sufficiently untangled themselves. Good times.
All in all, a fun night. Strangely enough, the amount of alcohol consumed per pound of flesh at this Prom was remarkably similar to the amount of alcohol comsumed per pound of flesh at my high school prom. About 60 bottles of wine and maybe 20 glasses of beer were consumed by about 120, maybe 140 people.
Yeah, that's about right.