Saturday, May 07, 2005

Frank or Beans?

I did not attend the prom, thankfully, but I did go to the post-prom celebration that was a lot more fun than I initially expected. The only reason I regret not attending the earlier prom was because I was not able to obtain one of those round plastic glowing multi-colored-raver-necklaces. I found one on the floor in the gym but it had stopped glowing.

Saw lots of people I knew at the post-prom: Brendan, Ty, Rob, and Dean. Phillip, Rohtak, even AJ who I thought had graduated. Actually he did, but I think his date invited him so he was allowed to come back. I knew just about everyone there, with the exception of some juniors. There were a plethora of events one could participate in. A giant inflatable mountain had been set up in the gymnasium. Climbers-one on either side- slipped into harnesses and raced each other to the top of the mountain and then back down. I climbed the plastic summit four times and won every time, of course [no one climbs better than I do]. At every event students had the opportunity to win tickets, which would be exchanged for fabulous prizes at the end of the night-morning. I spent most of my time in the secondary gym that the wresters practiced in, before they filled in our smelly pool with cement and covered the area with mats. For the post prom the smaller upstairs gym had been filled with tables were faculty and mostly volunteers worked as dealers in a sort of faux-casino. There was Blackjack, Roulette, and Craps (It’s called crap because you loose the most chips in this game). It was a great learning experience for me because prior to this I didn’t know how to play any card games other than computer solitaire and 52-pickup (It is 52 right? Cards in a deck?). Sadly, there was no strip poker.

At one of the blackjack tables a girl caught me peering down her shirt (she was stacked, you should have been there) and instead of smacking me told me that she was actually flattered, and glad someone noticed. I should have just said, “I have a car and a stack of condoms. Lets fuck right now.” But of course, I’m way too polite for that. Did feel her up though. I got the chance to talk with Rosa, which was really nice. I haven’t seen her much since I got fired; she said that she missed me that was sweet. I think she is one of the few people I miss from that hellish fire-beast of corporate America. At around 4:00 AM they started wrapping things up, there was a dance competition, limbo contest, and drawing. All of which I was not present to attend...but I didn’t walk away empty-handed however. I won three 2-Liter bottles of pop: 1 Pepsi, 1 Diet Pepsi, and 1 Mountain Dew. All with Star Wars characters on them. Score. I also won three $5.00 gift certificates to the Launch pad. So I guess I’ll be able to continue eating lunch after school ends. At least for a while then it’s back to begging my parents to go to the store. All together the stuff I won cost more than the ticket so I guess you could say I made a profit, and yeah had fun too. Though I wish I had won the I-pod or the car! Maybe if I had gotten to the school earlier. I took several pictures but the flashless feature doesn't work as great as I thought it would. Oh well, you get what you pay for.

Originally we planned to have the post-prom in one of the huge expo rooms at the town’s performance arts place. There were scheduling problems however so the school was unable to get it. I had completely forgotten about this so I drove there first, luckily a police officer was there to tell me about the relocation. It was kind of funny when I saw the cop, he was sitting on the steps with a guy half dressed in a tuxedo, and guy was clearly inebriated. When I approached to ask the cop about the post prom’s location he tried to take off. The police officer asked the kid where he was going and the kid said to get his wallet. Then the cop picked up his wallet that was sitting in-between them and said “It’s right here.” That gave me some amusement for the dive back to the school.

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