The End of Prom

So prom came and went, kicking my ass along the way. It was very stressful this past week—feeling like there was so much to get done and no time to do any of it. Between the music, the photo booth, various odds and ends and all the plans to be made—just a rough week.

It makes me sad to realize that this was the last one—unless someone grabs the ball and runs with it. And with all the deejaying I was very unable to dance or mingle with the crowds. I felt rushed by the badly planned play list which was NOT my fault, the guilt of using Valeska’s computer and realizing that it was overloaded with music and just feeling like I didn’t do a good enough job with the backdrop.

So I just had a hard time at the event but after a few drinks I felt better. People dancing to music I wasn’t sure about, slow dancing with Glenda which was awesome and being able to just talk with the guests. I managed to take some deep breaths, win a spot on the prom court (and King though denied because you can’t win twice. Damn it!) and laugh for the camera.

Will I miss the prom? Of course. I love dressing up, dancing and cheap drinking with my friends. I love the moment of possibility that my friends have—the romance and the slow dancing. That we all get together for something fun and silly and are able to have fun. That Kelly throws the event just because she can and loves us enough to do. And while I have never had a great photograph taken but I always had at least one great dance partner.