Anyway. Enough about me now, let's talk about me then! Prom pictures, I promised and Prom pictures you will get. In fact. Here's my whole scrapbook page!
Prom was, as you can see, interesting. Not so fun then, but a super fun story to tell now! I mean, how many people end up going to Prom with their ex and spend the morning in the ER to find out you've got strep throat? Looking back, I wonder, why we just didn't say "forget it" and bag the night. Then I remember. We were two stubborn kids. I had gotten it into my head that for some reason my high school experience wouldn't have been complete without going to Prom. I reeeeaaaalllyyyy wanted to go. And my date, bless his heart (I guilted him into taking me in the first place), worked really hard for his $ and probably was thinking, 'I paid for all of this already, so I'm taking her even if she's on her deathbed!'. Okay, who am I kidding. It actually wasn't as bad as I let on. We had a nice dinner with our friends (or, he had a nice dinner...I had Jello), we got all dolled up and we danced. What more can you ask for, right?
BTW, I hate this picture of me! I think I must've been trying to swallow or something. Strep hurts!