The guy on the left? My prom date.
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I was sure by the time I got caught up in here (just in time to leave for the night, as per usual)someone would already have posted this:
Nightcrawler Actor Marries In Civil Ceremony
Also, hey everybody.
Aw, Alan Cumming!
t verklempt
Man, I've always had a soft spot for him - I remember when he was on a cheesy Scottish skit show back in the 90s, and then he was in Circle of Friends and Goldeneye and then it was moviemoviemovie - but it cracks me up that he's a superhero. Because - bless. Blessity blessity bless.
(...in no way did his performance make me go away and write Nightcrawler/Wolverine. No, really. Who, me?)
Also - Yay UK! With the Big Gay Marriage! Go Team!
It was quite a while before I got that you Americans had a different one from the British. Stuff is kinda cleared up, but at no time did my school-attending culture include school dances. Usually didn't include boys either.
In this, ita is me. Yes. (Well, okay, no - inasmuchas I got to do the Prom thing when I had my year in Canada, but it still felt very much like being an anthropologist on Mars.)
Pete - Air Conditioning! Air Conditioning is the answer! And going out of an evening!
We didn't have a prom, because our school didn't allow dancing. We had a Senior Banquet. I went by myself. Felt stupid, couldn't go home. Toughed it out, still have the ugly goddamned dress.
Not that I'm bitter or anything. Carry on.
my junior year, i took a sophomore who i thought was funny and thought i'd have fun with. though i spent most of the evening pining for my crush.
senior year i went with my boyfriend who'd graduated the year before. we had an amazing night and as the old cliche goes, i lost my virginity that night.
he is my first love and all guys i date will forever be compared to him. we still keep in contact. well...sort of. he and his wife have a mutual myspace account (*tries not to roll her eyes*) and he friended me there. i'm also in contact with his mom and brothers. his mom and i were always close, but we became even more so when his dad died. she shared something with me not long after that will always be a secret between she and i. the boys will never know and that makes me a little sad, but i respect her decision.
Because all the cool kids are doing it nowadays: My prom date. Who was Just A Friend at the time, became my first boyfriend about a year later, and whom I haven't spoken to in probably fourteen years. Partly because he was a sweet boy and I made a sort of delayed adolescence hash of the dating thing and disappeared out of guilt.
And, damn, I'm an asshole. IMDB tells me he was in an episode of Arrested Development that I know I've seen, but I clearly didn't recognize him even a little. I roll my eyes forever at myself.
Ooh, hello cutie! Niiice, JZ!
ZenKitty - burn the dress
My prom date was one of my DH's good friends. Currently, he seems to have dissapeared off the face of the earth. Last christmas his mom called to see if we knew where he was. We have no idea. ( and I'm not sure I'd tell her either)
I'm eating a half-frozen pocket meal for dinner. From the Second Floor Vending Machine Bistro.
And liking it.
Plz to be entertaining me. I'm stuck at work due to snow, and there's only so much Ackles picspam a girl can look at in a night.
I want JZ's prom date.
My actual junior prom date was a nightmare that I asked to the dance out of pure hubris. He went to another school, which made him instantly supercool in my atthetime sad hometown.
We met at journalism camp at Cal State Hayward...which made us supercool for no logical reason.
He was horrible and I demanded he take me home at 10.
I skipped my senior prom in protest (looooong story for another never).
My best friend and I decided to lie to our parents for the first time and 'sneak out all night.' First, we went to a cast party for a play we'd just finished and asked the hostess, a truly supercool mom if she would fib for us if anyone called asking if we were really spending the night there.
She agreed. We whooped and hollered. We were so baaaad. After sneaking into the last 15 minutes of American Graffiti at the drive-in we slunk back to her house and begged her to let us sleep after all. She swung the door wide to reveal two couches made up in sheets and blankets. "I knew you'd be back."
I kinda still love her for that.