Heidi's Hell Hole

So the new Spin Cycle is all about Prom.

Let me tell you about Prom in my world.

It was my life. Our school had a mixed Prom, meaning it was both Juniors and Seniors. I went all four years, via convincing the upperclassmen to buy me tickets. (Yeah, I was the annoying but cute freshman girl at your Prom.) Hell, I even went to others schools Proms. I went to one after I graduated because it was one last chance to dress up. (Senior Prom, apparently wasn't enough.) All in all, I think I figured that between Homecoming, & Prom between my school and other schools I went to something like 9 or ten dances. All with different gowns. (And for the most part, different guys.) (What? I didn't have very many girlfriends. I liked having guys as friends better.)

Ironically, for all the dances I went to I never once won Homecoming or Prom Queen. (YES, JESSICA, I KNOW YOU HAD THE ENTIRE CHEERLEADING SQUAD VO

I think it's something that can best be described in a pictorial. I've picked some of the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) for your amusement.

 

Notice how I mostly ascribed to "Bigger the hair the closer to God" theory? And don't you love the tanorexic look?

Same dance. Yes, you're seeing it right. That's Adam. Wearing his ghee top. That he worked out in. Hey, SHUT UP, ALRIGHT? We were cool!

The theme was Oriental Romance. So I bought a traditional Cheong-Sam and yes, that's the same ghee top. Don't ask about the cheesy pose, okay? BTW, that's Cody, Adam's friend.

Again, with the bigger the hair, the closer to God theme. And that is Dave, Adam's brother. (Seeing a theme? I SWEAR we were all friends and no one minded.)

This is Senior Homecoming. That is Scott, Adam's friend. And yes, that's his cleaned up look. Did I mention at the time of this picture he was like 20? Hey, I needed a date dammit.

Okay, this is like the ONE picture where my hair isn't HUGE. But I go for drama with my gowns, (I know, right? Me? Dramatic? Never.) I loved the hugeness of the skirt, (which was helped by a crinoline), the bustle and the train. I loved it ALL.

Senior Prom. I took some foreign exchange student who I actually left at the Prom. What can I say, he was a douche. I was actually recovering from a nasty sunburn, and this picture was taken before my LOVELY twin sister told me to get rid of the peeling skin on my back she'd put duct tape on my back and she'd rip it off. Problem is, I believed her. The subsequent pictures aren't so pretty. Bitch.

Years from now, I'll have to explain to Pook, "You see honey, back then white tuxes and white patent leather shoes were the shit." This was the last formal dance I went to. I had already graduated. This is Caleb, Adam and I's friend.

 

To recap: I went to a dance with Adam, his brother Dave, his BFF Scott, his friend Cody and Caleb. Familiarity doesn't breed contempt all the time, folks.

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