So this weekend, I voyaged up to Park City for the first time since December to go to prom and to pay homage to the decade of my birth - the 80s.
I spent my weekend hotspringing, getting bombed (literally, by Heber high school hick-punks), socializing, recycling (yes, I brought my recycling all the way up there, but that’s because St. George’s recycling center blows), and I even got to see the neurotic dog that I had to say goodbye to when I moved. Of course though, the main event was the 80s prom.
The Park City 80s Spring Prom is really just an excuse to dress up in horrible clothes and get drunk, but for me it was a chance to see old friends (and maybe drink a little since I’ve been dry as the desert since I moved here in November). More importantly though, I went because I never went to prom. I was a badass in high school (or at least I thought I was at the time), and prom was definitely not my scene. I was too cool. But you’re never too cool for 80s Prom. Especially when it’s themed “80s Prom Goes to Texas.” Yee-haw!
Git in ‘dem girl jeans, boy!
Whit had the worst (best) dress ever
and a few of the gang
Okay, so enough about prom.
When I rang the doorbell at my old house, Chloe growled and showed her teeth at me through the window. When no one answered and I went in through the garage, she was looking pretty scary as I opened the door. But then, when she got a good look at me, she SQUEALED in delight. She squealed unlike any squeal I have ever heard. I almost went deaf she was so happy to see me, and that just made me all the more happy to see her. I also got to meet Sabrina, the newest addition to the household, a little Pomerian who joined the tribe just last week. Here are the two of them.
We also went and saw Rusted Root. It was good.
It was there that I first got to meet Kristin, the girl who took my job at the Record when I left. She is cool.
I also got to see a ton of friends there and it was so nice to have a social life again, even if only for a weekend. Anyway, I don’t feel too much like writing anymore, so I’m just gonna end this and I’ll close it with Whit being her usual self… awesome.
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I wasn’t too cool for prom. I was too un-cool for prom. No one wanted to date me… WAH!!!! We’ll I’ll show them!…. Later… In life…. Yes. Losers.
Comment by Molly 04.10.08 @ 5:21 pm