Thursday, October 9, 2014

Throwback Thursday: the junior prom BLOW OFF

That's not me, guys.
I was sixteen and in love with a stoner. A deadly combination from the get go. But J-dog, as my friends and I called him, had everything I wanted in a guy in 1997: the long hair, skateboard, and endless array of vintage t-shirts from bands like The Doors and Led Zeppelin. He wrote poems about grasshoppers. He had serious "save me" potential. He was my Edward Cullen.

We'd been friends for awhile, but I was too shy to tell him I actually liked him liked him. And then something horrible happened. Junior prom rolled around and every single one of my girlfriends had a date, but me. How would I be able to survive seeing their wallet sized group prom photo if I wasn't in it? I was so depressed.

When spring break rolled around, I hit the mall with my mom and accidentally stumbled across my dream prom dress (damn you, Jessica McClintock). It was a velvet lavendar gown with a low droopy back and they actually had it in my size (when you're five feet tall this rarely happens). My mom convinced me I had to take the bull by the horns-- buy the dress and ask J-dog to prom. That night, I called J-dog on the phone and took the plunge. He answered in his perfect stoner drawl "I don't normally go to stuff like that, but I'd go with you, cause you're cool. Let me just ask my mom if I have enough money and I'll get back to you."

I waited through seven long spring break days without getting an answer. Monday, we were back at school and prom was five days away. J-dog approached me between classes and said that he was really sorry, but he just didn't have the money to go. I thought my life was over. I had a panic attack all through physics until one of my good friends suggested we skip the rest of our classes and walk home. I cried the whole time.

I didn't end up going to junior prom, but my older sister rescued me all the way from UC Davis. we spent the weekend in Santa Cruz together instead. On prom night, we celebrated the way J-dog would have wanted us to by getting stoned and giggling our way through the new movie Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion. I wore my perfect dress to winter formal the following year. Five years later, J-dog and I ran into each other at a bar and he confessed his love. We had our first kiss ever that night, but I was too wrapped up in another douche bag to care.

1 comment:

  1. It's amazing that you remember your not jr. prom considering you spent the night stoned. ;) I've managed to forget most of high school for that reason, thank god I have my journals to take me back to the horror.