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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 5:51 pm
My youngest sister is going to be attending winter ball and homecoming, and then the prom this coming year. So I thought it would be nice to share all of your high school dance/prom experiences.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 5:57 pm
Ooh, I don't think I should scare the poor girl with the horror story that was my prom. I'll have to sit this one out. 
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 5:57 pm
She wont see this. I promise
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Tabbyking
Member
03-11-2002
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 7:48 pm
no one asked me and i didn't go..... but i was an emancipated adult and i think kids were afraid to take a 'grown-up' (i was 16 when 21 was still the legal age) because we could have gotten in grown up trouble! i took my mom to court as unfit 2 months after i turned 16 and had my own apartment when i was only a junior.
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 8:10 pm
Sorry to hear that....{{{{{{tabbyking)))))) On a lighter note.....anyone?
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Abby7
Member
07-17-2002
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 8:20 pm
Well, my proms and formal dances were great experiences. I remember them being more sweet than fun times. I remember getting ready for them. For my first prom, all my older sisters were no longer living at home. (they are 5,6 and 7 years older). One sister always loved doing hair. So, she made a special effort to come to the house early to do my hair. Two of my close girlfriends heard of this so they came running over to get some help. It was the day of electric rollers, late 60's. The family home was built in the 50's. I remember all the electric rollers and dryers blowing out a fuse in the house. lol I remember the photos at home before the prom and at the prom. Boyfriend in his rented tux. Group of friends going to a fancy dinner before the prom. All the girls giggling in the restaurant's restroom. I could go on an on. Good or bad, I think everyone remembers these experiences.
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Froggiegirl621
Member
02-14-2003
| Monday, December 06, 2004 - 9:52 pm
I hated most of my formal dances in High School. I think I just went to all of them so I could buy a pretty dress and get all dolled up! My first formal was a Christmas Prom during my Freshman year. The dance is open to everyone Freshman-Seniors...and in hind sight the only ones who really go ARE the Freshman because it's the only formal they are allowed to go to. I went, of course, one time and only during my freshman year. I was "too cool" after that, lol. Anyway, I went with a guy who I barely knew, but he turned out to be one of my best guy friends throughout high school. I had big permed hair and wore a forest green crushed velvet mini-dress. It was horrid. My second formal was the "big" prom during my Sophmore year. It's a Junior/Senior prom so it's a BIG deal if you're a Sophmore!!! A Senior guy who I modeled with in a fashion show asked me. I (again) barely knew him. We hardly spoke more than 10 words to each other through the whole night, but I had a blast dancing with a few of my friends that had gotten asked too. I did my own hair that year and I adored my dress! It was a cute little black and white "cocktail" type dress. I still have it. My third formal was again the "big" prom during my Junior year. In my high school, the Juniors threw the prom for the Seniors. I was on the planning committee...it was a celestial theme, very pretty. I got asked by our baseball team's "star" pitcher - ooh la la. I thought I was hot stuff. But again, I hardly knew him. His "borrowed" car (a huge Bronco that I could barely get in to) broke down on the way back to his house for pictures and we ended up taking his mom's station wagon, lol. I had my hair professionally done for the first time. A french twist that I hated! I wore a white two-piece lace dress. My mom paid way too much for it...I think it cost more than I paid for my wedding dress?!? My last formal was my Senior prom...ahh, the memories. I had just broken up with my crappy on again, off again boyfriend who just so happened to find some horrid girl to take instead of asking me! I was livid. Anyway, I had it in my mind that I wasn't going to go unless someone asked me, otherwise I'd stay home. About a week before sign-ups ended a friend that I worked with asked me. It wasn't even his prom! LOL But he knew that I (deep-down) wanted to go. He got me the best flowers! No little wrist corsage, a full-fledged bouquet! I had a dress custom made for me that year. It was a periwinkle satin ballgown, complete with crinoline. I could barely fit into the front seat of his VW. I loved my hair that year, too. God, I wish I had some pics to share...such memories. I loved my high school years! Oh and one of my best girl friends always threw the BEST after-prom parties. She had a in-ground pool and the one year (I think my senior year) we got a little out of control in the pool and lets just say the cops were involved. If it wasn't for some fast talking girls in their teeny tiny bikini's we would have been in lot of trouble!!!
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 12:37 pm
I also remember the getting ready part most of all. I went as a sophomore too, and a junior, and a senior, and the year after that with a good friend who was still in high school. Four proms, four dresses. Whoa. The most memorable one was my senior year. My friend and I looked HOT. I had a black strapless dress on, it was tight at the top, low cut, and ong with a full bottom. The whole top of the bodice was lined with rosettes. I loved it, and I still have it somewhere. Anywho...we got already, the guys had rented their tuxes and we rented a limo, there were four of us. We went out of town for dinner. We went to the actual dance just long enough to see our friend get crowned queen, then we got back in the limo, and preceeded to cruise the local hang outs. We thought we were so cool. We arrived in the limo at one of the local hangouts and the guys got out of the limo to be social, and my friend and I opened the moon roof and stood up out of the top of it. We were talking to some friends, and feeling particularly high class, when my friend decided to sit back down in the limo. Well the moonroof for both her and I was kinda a tight squeeze and when she sat down, she sat down on my dress, and pulled it right down. I am not really lacking in the bust area, they aren't huge, but I had enough to hold the dress up without a bra. So, there I am, hanging out of the top of the moon roof, in all my topless glory, red as a beat, in front of a whole group of friends. I am trying frantically to pull up my dress, my friend still sitting on it as no idea what has happened, she's just sitting there reapplying lipstick, then she looked up, and screamed so loudly that the people inside all looked out the window at me in all my topless glory. My boyfriend at the time was laughing so hard he spilled his drink. One person even snapped a picture. What a night. But that isn't the best part..... Afterward, we went to a party that a friend was throwing and we were just all hanging out with a select few friends, well, we drank a lot, who didn't on prom night? My BF passed out in one of the rooms, and me and a "friend" stayed up all night, drinking, talking, watching movies, and playing video games. We ended up falling asleep on the floor. It was all very innocent. Nothing extra cirricular went on. My BF woke up in the morning and joked and hinted that the "friend" was trying to steal his girl. That "friend" is now my DH. We were married two years later.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:09 pm
OK, OK... Everyone likes the bad boy, right? My high school sweetheart was the definition of the boy NOT to bring home to your Mom. He was a year ahead of me and from a different school, so naturally he was not too excited about attending my high school graduation. It was all he could do to get through his own. At my school, we didn't have a prom or a formal, per se. We did the whole graduation day all in one: the ceremony, then a formal dinner with the family, then the parents left and we had our dance, (all this at a hotel), then the school arranged for busses to cart us back to the school gym for an all night 'dry grad'. (Sounds lame but it was actually a lot of fun - hypnotists and horizontal bungee and human flies, sumo wrestling suits... and the grad class had a huge 'wet' bush party the next night. So the grad ceremony started about 2 in the afternoon. I'd spent all morning getting hair and makeup done, and the BF was supposed to be ready at noon so I could pick him up -- photos outside the hotel, etc. Well, I borrow my mom's car - I'm not showing up to my high school graduation in an '87 Hyundai Excel - and drive over to J's place... get there at about ten to twelve and his roommate tells me "He's not here, was he expecting you?" I'M IN A FREAKING BALL GOWN WITH A 2-HOUR UP-DO AND A POUND OF MAKEUP!! Yes, he was expecting me. So I ask where he is. "I dunno... he didn't come home last night." This is not good. My mother's been warning me that this guy's going to break my heart for a year and a half. So I get in the car and do my best not to cry... and start to look for the b*stard. Luckily, I find him in the park near his house, one of his favourite places. Unfortunately, he's passed out on the park bench. Guess the hill he lived on was too much to walk up in his drunken stupor the previous night. I drag him back to his place and throw him in the shower. The clothes he's picked out for the day? Khaki Doc Marten pants and a black/silver striped BOWLING SHIRT. As I start to realize just how much of a b*stard he is, I call my mom at home, to tell her we're running late, and could she pretty-please run up to Safeway to BUY ME A CORSAGE because you-know-who didn't think of it. Finally get J back to my house, after fighting with him to 'please not smoke a joint in my mothers' car on the way to meet my very British grandparents for the first time'. Seriously, common sense, anyone?? Reluctantly get him to the hotel, get some photos, and the ceremony begins. About half an hour into it -- he's sitting in the crowd sandwiched between my mother and my GPs -- I see from my place on the stage... HE GETS UP AND LEAVES. Missed me win my scholarships, missed me give my speeches to the retiring teachers, missed me recieve my diploma. He made it back to the auditorium as they were reading the "W"s, and according to my grandma (bless her heart), he smelled like "those funny ciggies". Found out after the fact he'd arranged for his friends to come rescue him from the boredom that was my grad. Next stop, the hotel for dinner. Near the end of the meal, before the dessert, I notice him check his pager. After the plate for the main course was cleared, he excused himself to 'go to the bathroom'. And he didn't come back. My mother, my GP's, all my friends, looking at me like, "You're a smart girl. WTF are you doing with him?" Can you imagine this?? I've been dating this guy for almost two years, this is the most important day of my life, so far, and this is what I get. You can imagine the reaction I got from my mother a year later when I came home from my first year of college - he'd moved with me - wearing his ring. Thank the Lord I got to see all of his true colours before we made it to the altar. Aside from the bad date I had at my grad... should I also tell you about the hypnotist at the dry grad? Somehow I ended up hypnotized on stage infront of the 200 of my peers and their dates. Among other things... I'd been wearing a Charlie-Chaplin style hat, and I was told that my favourite band was playing inside it. I looked inside it and screamed with glee (infront of my entire class) that Billy Joel was playing for me. I was given gummy bears that he told me did not enjoy being eaten, then he'd tell me to take a bite of them. So I chewed on them and spat them out because I thought I was hurting them. I helped a male friend of mine deliver a baby. And I ran through the bleachers singing "like a virgin', complete with breast masage. One more thing about my grad: the ONLY good thing was my dress. My mom and I made it together, it was blue satin, floor length, with over six-feet of material around the bottom. Very flowing and very beautiful. More than anything was the fact that I had helped my mom make it, and I felt so attached to the dress. When I moved away to school, I took it with me and kept it locked in my hope chest. I left my apartment for the summer to go home, and the roommates I had at school trashed the apartment (that was in my name), skipped out on rent, and broke the lock on my hope chest to steal my $300 Team Canada Hockey jersey, and my dress. The thing I don't understand is that of the two roomates, one was under four feet tall, the other over six. Neither of them would have fit into it. I hope I never speak of my grad again. 
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Julieboo
Member
02-05-2002
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:13 pm
How old was the roommate that was under four feet tall? That is very short!!
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:16 pm
I guess she was about 4 foot 4, or something. She would have been 22 at the time. She had a mild form of dwarfism.
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Julieboo
Member
02-05-2002
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:19 pm
That's too bad that you had such bad roommates. Glad you got rid of that "bad boy!"
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:27 pm
I'm glad, too, Julie. The one I've got now is a definate keeper.
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Lumbele
Member
07-12-2002
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 1:31 pm
Thank you Essence and Karen for that wonderful update fodder.
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 - 2:20 pm
Well, it's good that you have a couple of good memories from your grad. What an ass. I dated a guy like that, but not as bad.
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Amchess
Member
08-27-2002
| Sunday, December 12, 2004 - 10:21 am
I was a dependent at an airbase near Tokyo and my senior formal was at an officer's club in downtown Tokyo. The mode of transporation depended on the rank of your father - from a staff car and driver to shuttle buses and trains (quite an ordeal in a formal!) The military went all out to see that dependents had plenty to do - teen clubs, chaperoned trips to Mt. Fuji, the buddha at Kamakura, etc. It was a wonderful time.
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Missy2
Member
07-31-2001
| Friday, January 07, 2005 - 2:47 pm
I never went... I didn't want to go... Ok the guy I was dating didn't want to go...
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Whoami
Member
08-03-2001
| Friday, January 07, 2005 - 4:03 pm
I never went... Nobody ever asked... Still have no clue on how to dance. 
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Ketchuplover
Member
08-30-2000
| Sunday, January 09, 2005 - 5:11 pm
I was a nobody in high school and I still am.
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Heyltslori
Member
09-15-2001
| Sunday, January 09, 2005 - 5:22 pm
I disagree Ketchup. I think you're a pretty swell guy. 
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Hermione69
Member
07-24-2002
| Sunday, January 09, 2005 - 5:26 pm
Made me think of this poem-- I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell! They'd advertise -- you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one's name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson
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Ketchuplover
Member
08-30-2000
| Sunday, January 09, 2005 - 5:28 pm
pilamaya Lori (((heyitslori))) 
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Hippyt
Member
06-15-2001
| Sunday, January 09, 2005 - 10:27 pm
Eh,the high school dance. So hyped,such a letdown. My junior prom,eh uneventful. I ended up in my boyfriend's parents basement watching Conan the Barbarian,while he snored in my lap. I moved to Texas that year,where I was able to drink alcohol. So,I double dated with a friend of mine,who chose a 25 year old man,who flirted with me. Oh the fun,we never even went in,and we left my friend and her icky date.
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Cathie
Member
08-16-2000
| Monday, January 10, 2005 - 8:25 pm
Whoa, Hippy, were you a 21 year old Junior? That is the legal age for drinking in TX.
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Hippyt
Member
06-15-2001
| Monday, January 10, 2005 - 9:07 pm
Uh,No Cathie,I was not a 21 year old Junior. I was an 18 year old senior. The legal age for drinking in Texas in 1982 was 18. Thanks for the update on the legal drinking age though,quite informative.
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