For all of the geniuses out there, the title spells PROM.

So, I got invited to my freshly met friend's prom two weeks ago, and after much hustlin' and prospectn', I gots my pimped out dress wit de chain chrome wheels wit the 16 cavileer finish. An' mah julreh was some sparklin shizzle with daimandz and shit, maaaan, if only you colud have seen that shit.

Macy's, Boii. Straight up pimpin'.

His sister did my hair. Absolutely beautiful. I've never gone to a hairdresser that didn't totally burn off my hair with their ultra hot curling irons. She really knew what she wanted out of my mess of a mop-hair; so it was a really stylin' metamorphosis. I spelled that wrong.

Nervousness didn't really settle in until their car pulled up in front of my house to take me there. I was really emotionless about the prom since I was asked. People were expecting me to be estatic, but I just didn't feel much of anything about it at all.

Maybe it was because I knew in my heart that the format would be as predictable as all dances I've been to. Music wise, totally uniform stereotypical African American "Go-Go" stuff, with about 2 or 3 slow songs. A few 1990's songs thrown in so the white people can dance. Lots of grinding. Lots and lots of grinding. DJ's trying to be cool.

Between it all, momentary pauses of rest from dancing. Lot's of frizzy weave.

I pretty much described how prom was.

But back to Pre-Prom.

As soon as I spotted them through the window, my stomach did like, 3 backflips. I'm suprised I didn't puke all over his tux when he walked inside the house.

We took a lot of pictures.

Then we slowly got in the car, (Parents wanted to do it all slowly so they could video tape it) and we were soon off to our solemnly predictable future.

It was still really fun though, I have to admit. It may sound like I'm criticizing the whole thing, but I'm just a pessimist like that. I can honestly say that It was an extrememly memorable time. I don't go to his school, so I seriously did NOT know anyone there. But all his senior friends were really cool and nice, so that lightened up things.

Highlight of the night: The cake. Ohmigawd the cake. And dancing to "Up in Here" or whatever that song's called. Oh, and Bobby's AWESOME house.

Lowlight of the Night: Me stuggling to get my stiff joints to replicate "dancing".

Poo stain of the night: Those sluts that were doing it right behind us. Couldn't they have just waited for the afterparty? *pukes guts out*