Prom was friday 4.29.05. And it was awesome because it was my first prom experience and it was senior year to top it all of. And I was drunk for only some of it. But that didn't matter because I didn't need it to be intoxicated to be fun.

It's so strange to think that it's over. I have only one more week of real school in my highschool career. It's definetly a weird feeling, not gonna lie.

I just remember being six and pretending with barbies and white linen sheets sitting on the floor of my living room floor next to my sister and making up how the night was going to go. And now it's over. And I'm not sure how to feel.

The night before prom we had a required senior retreat to attend. It was sort of a nostalgic event that unfortunately none of us wanted to attend. First of all, because it was an all day-overnight event the day before prom and most of us needed that thursday to get things in order for prom. I personally think that they made us go because they wanted to tired us out before prom. But, whatever, I just hung out with my friends the entire time. It was pretty relaxed. The entire senior class gathered together and started talking about pass memories over the past four years. It was crazy because we all got so into it. It was just sad because we are all going to graduate in a month and we didn't want to get to teary-eyed the day before prom because then we'd look gross the next morning. And who wants to dress up with puffy eyes? No one. Then we ended the night watching The Notebook. That probably was the largest girls night ever, one huge slumber party.

The next day at prom most of us were tired and stressed out because the buses were a tad bit late. And we arrived back to the school at 12:00. And some of the girls had to rearrange their hair appointments and such. I just fell asleep on the bus; it was an hour and half ride back home. I felt bloated because you always eat a lot on girl's night and since there was a 103 of us, of course we'd all pig out.

I had to run some errands to buy some jewelry. Then I went over to target to buy a new hair curler and some hair spray. I was probably a mile or two away from home and then my car broke down because I forgot to put gas in it, in my hurry. I was suppose to meet Scott then too because he had skipped school so I could help him pick out a vest and tie for later that night. I was stuck in the left hand turning lane infront of a light. I felt aweful because I kept having to turn around and ask everyone to go around me. I felt like such an idiot. The people in the other lanes kept looking at me and giving me weird facing. Scott kept calling me and by this time I was panicking, so I told him to come and get me because my car broke down. While I was waiting for him, I called my Triple A and told them my story about how I think I ran out of gas in the middle of the street and how it was my prom and I tried not to cry. Good thing I got a girl because she was really emphatic and put me on priority. I felt a little better. But Scott was calling me and he was stressed out because he needed me to come with him and I just couldn't 'cause I had to wait for the gas/tow truck guy. So he sped of went by himself. A cop came and blocked me off, so that way I didn't have to turn around and tell peope to go around me. I thought things were up because the Triple A lady called me back and said they'd only be 10-15 minutes. In a span of those minutes another cop just happened to be passing by. He asked if I needed to be bumped over. So the cop that was originally blocking me off told me to call the tow truck person. So I was waiting on the phone and the other cop that was passing by told me over his loud speaker phone thing that he could push me out of the way. While he was pushing me I was still on the phone waiting to ask about my towtruck person and I missed an intruction that the cop was telling me to do. So I he told me to turn in a different place and I did. And then I ended up in a gated community and I had to turn my wheels like crazy to miss the gates and I ended up hitting the street. The cop came out the car and started yelling at me and calling me stupid and nimrod. And I tried not to cry because I was under so much pressure and stress and this was the first time this kind of stuff ever happened to me and all I wanted to do was get ready for prom. So we had to move me into the gated community because there was a car behind us trying to get into their home. As soon as I was in there, the cops left me. I started bawling on the phone with Scott and he didn't know what was going on so he started to get mad at me. And then we started yelling at each other. By the time the gas/towtruck person came my face was completley red and blotchy with tears. He tried to smile and be nice but I could tell that he was uncomfortable with me being so upset. So he gave me some gas and sent me on my way. I mumbled that I was upset that I about not being able to get ready for prom and on time and he just looked at me and gave me a nice polite smile and got into his car. Finally, an hour and half later I was able to go home and start getting ready. It was quite an eventful day.

It was 2:30 and I had to be over at Christy's in an hour. And I was just stressing out like crazy. In the mean time, Scott and I had made up and he told me that he got a white tie with a light pink vest. It calmed me down a bit. It was awful because Scott lives 30 minutes away from me so he didn't have that much time to get ready either. We ended up 30 minutes late to Maggie's house (instead because that was our next stop after Christy's). Scott and I were cute and when we walked in were were the only one's who matched. It was adorable. Everyone was so jealous.

Anyway, we took an RV to prom. Yes, how Missouri/Kansas is that? It was free though, so no big. Besides, the reason why we consented to it was because we thought we'd have a back-up party if any of the ones that we wanted to go to fell through. But Maggie's dad ended up driving it, so we had to go in the back and take turns taking shots. I was pretty tipsy--pushing drunk when we got there. But the time that pre-prom was over and we ate dinner, I was pretty sober. Pre-prom was a lot of fun though 'cause I was pretty drunk 'cause I just took my shots lke 10 minutes before. I walked down the runway while they were introducing Scott and me and I did a pretty good job for not falling flat on my face.

The dancing was hella fun. But I ended up tiring myself out because I was seriously all over the place. By the time that the dancing started after dinner, since I sobered up, I was pretty tired. But I danced anyway. It was crazy.

We ended up at Christy's after the dance. I took a few more shots. Ate some pizza and beer. And then fell asleep. Everyone was fucking with me obviously because I fell asleep so early. I woke up later though and everyone was already falling asleep. Good times, I would go into further details about Christy's but I totally tired myself out with the explainations about the cops.

Anyway, Scott's prom next friday. Wish me luck.

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