What, you were in the same school as me? lol. Sucks about your job, btw. The only word i know in english of some sort of compassion is "condolences", and that's rarely appropriate.
So i'll stick with "sucks", if you don't mind hehe.
Cool that you had such a good time Suga; can't wait for the pics! Post a pic of your date too aye, if it's that kinda ball! *doesn't have the slightest clue how proms work in Oz*
So, my own prom eh? I didn't really have one, as such. There was a school "party" (in the broad sense) at the end of each year, but no such thing as an actual ball/prom. Regardless, i celebrated my last year at school in style. Involving two hours of beer, tobacco
, barfing, girls and morrocans. I'll put it chronologically:
->beer
->"tobacco"
->amaretto (don't look at me, i didn't bring that crap
)
->loading up school's coca cola and waffles supllies in Fille's car
->barfed on feet of several persons, among whom my then g/f
->after a strange discussion got dumped
->vengeance-wise tried my luck with other girls there, but from some strange reason they didn't particularly attracted to a barfing dork lol
->broke into classroom, peed in the sponge water bucket* with some mates
->more beer
->while riding home on my bike, got mugged by 4 moroccans**, plus i fell in a ditch.
->got home, thought no one would have noticed anything
->barfed in my own bed.
Everyone noticed.
That's about it, those were the days. No more barfing in beds for me, no siree.
*which, in the end, would turn out to be unremembered by Fille who was there as well, with him splashing around his hand in the bucket, on monday. Smartass.
**i didn't have any cash on me anymore, but i still got hit, for some reason. Blah.