Hoo boy. Did I ever need the fun I had last night. Fake Prom was the most fun I've had in a very very long time--particularly since I didn't exactly ever have a real prom.

Allow me to explain. I graduated from Inglenook Community School*. Inglenook isn't really a "prom" school and by the time my grade got its act together to make a prom committee and throw an Ingleprom, most of us had graduated. We went anyway to a party in a loft where lots of goth kids were owning the dance floor and everyone else was smoking outside**. Since Inglenook had never ever had a prom at that point, they opened it up to everyone who in past 30 years had ever been to Inglenook, and it was also a kind of alumni party. Most of the alumni still hung around the school all the time anyway so even that wasn't out of the ordinary.

Suffice it to say that Fake Prom was a great crowd dressed in its ironic bestest and jumping like crazy to "Summer of 69" before slow-dancing to "November Rain." I guess you had to be there to really get the fun-and-finally of it all. An actual high school party--without being in high school or having to hide your booze in a water bottle! We retired at 5 a.m.--another thing I haven't done since high school--and until Fake Prom next year my only regret will be that I didn't show up with a protest sign saying DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES.

Pictures to come via my prom date. You wanna see the fun, go harass him!

Notes:
*Inglenook: Note the use of Comic Sans.

**went anyway: Remember the creep at prom who was still hanging out a year after she should have left? That was me.