Train Roll On

It was the second prom I'd ever been to and it was not unlike the first. I asked Katie DD to be my date two nights before, she enthusiastically said yes which was very polite of her, once there I put on her corsage and then we ditched each other after the first ten minutes. (Pictured here, the pregnant one.) The rest of the night was all swamp juice, keg beer, too much hip-hop (why? why?) and not enough music for clumsy white guys such as myself. Where was the Steve Miller?? That's some shit I can proudly wallflower to. At the very least the night should have ended with a "Tuesday's Gone With The Wind" slow-dance. Eventually got a ride home from Dennis at 6am where my roommate Becca was locked out and crying in the school playground across the street. Mainly because she felt she was born too late and should have been a high school senior in 1986.

Early photographic evidence of the damage: Jessica F, Janelle, Youngna, again, Jake, Becca, Dianne. I'm sure there'll be lots more but it all kinda looks the same after awhile.