My friend was telling me about her granddaughter’s prom. It seems one of her granddaughter’s friends came by with a knapsack of bottled water “for the limo.”
Her daughter, having been raised by my sharp-eyed friend, opened one of the bottles and sniffed. It was filled with vodka.
“I did what you would have done, Mom,” she told my friend. “I emptied them all out, filled them with water and put them back in the limo.”
Hah.
I only went to one junior prom at the boys’ school and found it excruciatingly boring. How bad was it? I couldn’t wait to get home.
My mother was upset that I didn’t go to my senior prom, didn’t even want to go. “I just can’t see spending all that money,” I told her. “For what?” (Plus, by then I was dating someone seven years older and I didn’t see him as high school prom material.)
Was I all that unusual? How many of you went to your proms? Was it worth all the hype?
Oh, those poor disappointed kids.
Should have diluted the vodka, and mixed in some ipecac. They’d get the same effect, but much faster!
I didn’t go to the prom (Jr or Sr) because nobody asked me. It didn’t occur to me to ask someone myself. It was 1967 and I hadn’t learned to think outside the box. Hardly any of my friends went, and we all survived. Still, it would have been nice to be asked….
i dropped out of HS half way thru my junior year in the early 70’s. My attendance policy did not mesh with the school district all-day-every-day program. I felt that once or twice a week was enough to ace their tests so I did other stuff. No proms for me.
Surely you jest.
No proms at the hippie school I went to,
Or typing lessons either! LOL!