“LETS GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEE!”
Where else can you get screaming PE teachers, cowboy hats, drunken Maths teachers and Banoffi Pie all in one place? Why, the Prom of course!
Indeed, after some confusion about the cab (PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AGAIN, PEOPLE) I was pleased that mocking laughter at my clothes was the sole domain of my closest friends. Well, not pleased per se, but you get the idea. Anyway, I was surprised to see food I acually liked on the menu, whereas I normaly cannot even pronounce what is being served t fancy functions, let alone eat it without gagging. Well, except the desert. That was gross. Bit disappointed there was no other source of food for the next 3 hours, which meant I was hungry as wel as bored during the back-to-back electropop songs being played as “entertainment”. Well, except Fall Out Boy. But that’s like catching Syphilis during a bout of Herpes.
Actually, thats a bit harsh. It was fun seeing people who are normally quite restrained dance around like loons, and evryone was really friendly. Seriously, everyone. Even the chavs.
So the moral of the story, if it was a story, and if there was a moral o it, is that if you want people to be nice, you have to sit through hours of dance music.
