In short, "last" weekend rocked. I meant to write something about it earlier, but I've been insanely busy. Brief rundown of prom night: my vest thingy was both stained and ripped, so I had to send my dad to grab a new one while I picked up me date. Pictures at her place then back to mine for more pics and the new vest. Harborside for dinner (heh, we walked into the bar first cause the front door was in back...go figure. Definately got some interesting looks.) Turned out the reservation was under jeff's date's name, not his...the look on the dude's face when he couldn't find jeff's name was classic. He was scared he was gonna have to turn us away. Dinner rocked, I had a delicious sirloin steak thingy and a salad. Apparently, sometime during dinner I either loaned out my phone or dropped it...either way, it stayed at the restraunt when I left. After dinner, I drove me date, cory, and nancy to the TIffany Center, where we met up with the rest of the homes, beat the shit outta a parking meter for not working, danced, took yet another picture, enjoyed free italian soda things, danced, talked, and found a window to open to cool off. Afterwards, my group drove over to kenny's for a truely great afterparty that didn't stop till around 4 AM, when I finally fell asleep on dave's floor (where he MEANT for people to sleep. Jeez, get those nasty thoughts out of your head.) Sunday we headed to ken's for breakfast, starbucks for coffee (hauling some true ass...over 100, anyone?) and then had to head home to crash before "dress rehersal" and cue to cue. OH, I almost forgot. While looking for my phone in my car at ken's, I somehow managed to lock the keys in the trunk. I set them down, turned around, and the trunk slammed shut. Muchos thanks to mon pere for the save the next morning.
All in all, it was really really great. Only a few regrets, and those are minor. Can't do much for some of the drama that occured at the dance, just gotta hope the parties involved get their shit figured out eventually. Some people I woulda liked to hang with at the dance and afterparty weren't there, but again, what can ya do? There were plenty of awesome people about, I suppose I'm just a romantic idealist in my hopes to get all my friends under the same roof having a great time. Oh, and I shoulda wrote that history paper sunday...definately got three hours of sleep on thursday night because I was writing it. Haha!
Posted by Viper37 at May 22, 2004 12:37 PM