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Tuesday, May 18, 2004


Prom was fantastic. Here, for your enjoyment, I shall outline the evening's proceedings with some photos as visual aids.

Boy did I get beautiful for the big event. Around 6pm Saturday night, I drove over to Shadi's house and endured a few pre-prom pics at his father's insistance. From there, we hastened to the high school parking lot where the hired van was supposed to pick up the entire prom group consisting of 12 people. All went according to plan, until we realized that the van was missing a row of seats, therefore leaving us four spots short. Crap. *Insert panic attack* My dad argued with the driver for a while, and eventually got him to agree to bring an extra seat when he picked us up after dinner.

My group split into two companies - 8 went in the cripped van, and 4 in my father's car - and drove to Phil's house for group and individual photos. (I swear, I've never had to sit though so many photographs in my life as i did on this night.

From there, we went to Ephesus grill. Turns out I really like Turkish food. Even if the promised belly dancers never showed, I enjoyed the company and the ambiance.

Prom itself took place at Hotel Sofitel. They really went all out. From the decorations to the catered snacks, everything SCREAMED elegance. I could have done with a little less rap from the DJ, but I managed to rave a lot anyhow. I didn't make queen, but they did give me a consolation rose. Shadi and I worked the room, warmly receieving people we would probably never see again beyond high school. We danced like mad, got our photos professionally taken, basked in our popularity. At the stroke of midnight, my prom group and I straggled back to the van in search of late night entertainment . . .

After prom extraviganza (APE to the locals) turned out to be even more fun than the dance itself. I got my face painted, sucked marvelously at karaoke, saw a hypnotist act, played games, got some free stuff, raved, raved, raved some more, grew delerious, and eventually passed out.

I didn't get home until 7am Sunday morning. Bless my soul, i had a wonderous time!




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