I apologize for lacking in posts last week. Life sometimes gets in the way. I will try to make it up to you this week, though! That said, my social media pages have been inundated by so many posts and tweets about prom the last couple of weeks, I feel compelled to share a prom with you. This post is dedicated to Fairfield Jr.-Sr. High School’s Class of 1998 …

Prom. Yeah, not really my scene. In hindsight, it was never going to be the end all be all of my high school years.

Firstly, I have no rhythm. At a club you can get away with looking the fool because you can chalk it up to being tipsy, or at the very least there’s always some yahoo twirling around in sky high stilettos flailing about worse than you. Always.

Secondly, it’s kind of lame. Overpriced dress attire, terrible food, corny photo-ops and forced mingling set to cheesy ballads and crappy pop picks. Does that really sound like an exciting night for anyone?

Thirdly, deep down, I just didn’t care.   Continue reading