i went to bss’ prom a couple nights ago. i’ve decided that i enjoy limousines, dance floors and strangers. they just make my life a little bit better.
liz and i had gone shopping at kensington market beforehand. we bought a pair of suspenders, a suit jacket and a skinny tie for around fifty bucks at courage my love; gotta love vintage shopping. the storekeep was even kind enough to let us in an hour before the store actually opened.
as i tried on various articles of clothing (a long and arduous process), he told liz tales of his own prom experience. i caught little tidbits while i was in the change room; something about too much booze, speeding and cops. it was all very exciting.
it was a fun night. i like dancing. i get lost in the music sometimes. i look pretty stupid when i dance though, which is slightly tragic, but i had suspenders, so it was all a-okay.
i saw old friends, made new ones, it was great.
and then the after party came rolling along and people started spilling secrets to me. i’m used to it. i absorb them and try not to burst. i think i do an alright job as a secret-keeper.
i took care of a friend for the majority of my time there. he was drunk and going through some stuff and shedding tears and i don’t really feel right leaving people alone when they feel like shit. i didn’t mind at all. in fact, i kind of liked the feeling of having someone to care for.
the party was at a farm in the middle of nowhere though, so we were kind of stranded until about 3 a.m, at which point we climbed aboard a big yellow school bus (that was a hassle) and headed back to the wonderful world of toronto.
it was fun. i had fun. everybody was all dolled up and wearing nice dresses.
cool.