Prom

The Friday after we got back was our leavers prom. I wasn't too bothered about it to the point where I'd even found an outfit in my cupboard because there was no way in hell I was paying more than the £33 ticket cost. 

I borrowed a skirt from a friend, a great little black thing with criss-cross up both sides. With it I wore black hold ups with teal lace criss-crossing up the back and a teal and black Basque. That's right, I wore lingerie. On top of that I wore a pretty black and white flowered dress. Knee length, very classy. Not very me. About halfway through dinner I got rid of the pretty dress and rocked up in lingerie. I feel so much better like that. I never did feel comfortable wearing the proper kit. Netball skirt? Don't think so. Year 11 prom dress? Could have been a top. I like to do things my way. I like to stand out. I always was an attention slut.

I was sat on a table with loads of my old friends, people I don't see so much any more which was cool. Food was of course shocking. Melon and berry starter was decent, mains of steak and veg was overdone all round, but could have been worse and dessert was SO rich. And I love rich food, but this was enough to make anyone feel ill. 

Because I don't drive, I have a citizenship card for ID. Friends had forgotten their ID so I went and got them a drink. First time was fine. Then they said my ID was no good. So I asked why not. They did not accept my ID on the grounds that it can be faked. Like everything in life. I pointed this out. They had no further reasons. They told me I wouldn't get into a club with it. I did later that night, but hey, the alcohol wasn't for me anyway. 

I danced later and chatted to teachers and friends. Sara went in a suit, she looked good. Ironically it was the most feminine I'd seen her in ages. Around midnight I hitched a lift back to my town and we went to the (only) club in town. I got in with my potentially faked ID and just danced. I was home by 3, had work the next morning, but it wasn't a bad night. I got a text that made me smile much that even if it had been an awful night, that would have made it. No, I'm not gonna share. A girl likes to keep some secrets.