I'm pleading temporary insanity

I remember prom being kinda a big thing in high school.

I remember feeling stressed because, although I went every year, I was always asked last minute.

I remember feeling just a bit sad that I never once went with a date I was particularly interested in romantically.

I remember that a guy I was interested in, from another school, showed up at my house to take me for a motorcycle ride an hour before my senior prom date was due to arrive.

I remember hastily french-braiding my wind-blown hair with one minute to spare and not caring how it looked.

I remember thinking I was a cool rocker chick when my senior prom date and I smoked cigarettes and drank beer on a roof top across from the school/ prom venue and talked smack about the people arriving.

I remember he wore a white tuxedo and shoes and that when he moved in for the kill, I shot him a whithering glace and said, "It's not gonna happen." (Apparently I was a bitch)

I don't ever remember thinking that white nylons look good with black pumps.

I must have blacked that part out.

That's me on the left.

I wrote this post as part of Flashback Fridays: Prom Memories.

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Sweetney, Her Bad Mother, Girl's Gone Child, Breed Em And Weep, Oh The Joys, Mamalogues, Whoorl, Mrs Flinger, Assertagirl, Don Mills Diva

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