This post is MAINLY for L, one of my BFFS, but I guess other people are allowed to read it. Heh. Neh, I’m kidding. Enjoy it all you like. Since the theater way was harder to write, I’ll go with bullet points this time :).
- 1: Where I live, it’s a city of blue surrounded by red, so often queer peeps can’t go to proms being themselves. So the prom is a HUGE DEAL. Dress is not regulated, so you can literally wear anything. The outfits varied from casual street wear (me) to elaborate homemade dresses, makeup, and haircuts. Everyone was going all out for this.
- 2 : I was supposed to meet some friends at the prom- W and her friends. So for the first half, I looked EVERYWHERE. From the silk-screening room ( I made an awesome bag with the phases of the moon on it. I later decorated it with my new black ink pens…) to the dance hall/dining area.
- 1&1/2: Actually, let me back up a sec. S dropped me off @ the Andy Warhol Museum, then left, leaving me alone with a TON of awesome people. To give you an image of the people there, the line went around the block. Since I arrived one minute early, I took at least another minute to speedwalk to the end of the line. I met some people, including this very tall and flirty girl named Treasure (No, really. This is only proper name I’m putting in here, though). She winked at me all night, but she wasn’t REALLY my type, so I just shrugged it off. I went inside with her group, and we commented on all the really cool outfits and accessories we saw. Then we went inside, and ate some tacos and brownies, then split up, looking for something to do. I socialized, made small talk, and generally chatted until I realized I had not seen my friends yet. (Read 2 again)
- 3 : I found my friends in the silkscreening room later and then, when they were done with their projects, we went upstairs and danced awkwardly on the edge of the crowd. Well, they did. I was fully loosened up at this time. NOTHING could make me feel awkward about myself. I did all kinds of reckless things, including kissing a girl as a three-minute stand after failing to grind with her, saying the CRAZIEST things, and eating all of the brownies. And I only drank water, because I thought (in my paranoid state) that the punch would be spiked.
That was it. I got a ride back home, and Dad gave me a lecture on how I could get the Kissing Disease if I wasn’t careful. I’m not REALLY planning on telling my current girlfriend ANY of this…