So it was my prom like two weeks ago.
It was okay, I went alone, by choice tho.
I mean why bring someone just to bring someone?
I did get considerably drunk at the after party.
And well our limo ride home was rather strange heres a recap:
One boy asked to get a ride home; we were getting a free limo ride so we said sure.
Were sitting in the limo waiting for him, then he comes with 3 friends.
So it was me my friend shayna and 4 boys in our limo.
Well it just so happens one of the boys who got in was edo, who happens to be shayna (my friend) ex boy friend, talk about awk.
So my lovely drunk friend flips out and curls up in a ball on my lap.
During the car ride, edo’s bitching about shayna, his friend feels like need to try and feel us up while his other friend throws us!
Why do these things always happen to us shayna?
Highlight of the night: our moral education teacher hearing shayna snort in the bathroom, now that’s what you see in the movies.
But the next night was better, it was out hotel party.
I did some, stuff.
Well a little more than some, lets just say I should have died 5 times.
But im still alive! Although I did lose a mighty about of brain cells, and I still cant smell anything…
Chez cora for breakfast the next morning was pretty amazing.
Nothing helps a hangover better than amazing wafels and tons of maple syrup.
I did manage to lose 2 twenty dollar bills consecutively tho, that was shitty.
Then I went to the barbeque and decide to leave early and get a lift to a metro.
I get dropped off at some metro way way out, and realize I left my bus pass at home.
And asked a few Asian people for money and they ignored me, if you come to our country you might as well be nice to us jeez.
So then I had to jump the metro, and I get to villa and wait for the 24.
But I manage to get on the wrong bus twice! Which left me with no money, no buss pass and FAR from my house.
Not to mention the fact that people kept staring at me, I was slightly out of it for the fact that I should have died 5 times the night before.
So I call my friend emanuella in tears, and panic, and she comes to save me.
Now the aftermath of our weekend was brutal:
Rumors rumors rumors, Shayna having 45 minute interrogations from the principal and vice principal, the fact that teachers cant look at us in the eyes anymore and my English teacher keeps teasing me about losing brain cells. But best, parents not letting there kids hang out with us anymore because of the rumors haha.
Quote of the weekend: “rum and coke or rum and coke… or just coke”
It will never get old.
p.s about the rumors, all I’m going to say is: I plan on buying “the rumors are true shirt”.
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