Prom Tonight Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
--Last night was pretty wild. I will do my best by describing it, but I will more than likely forget to mention a lot of things. Firstly, leaving school early was great. I knew it was going to be a good day when Eugene, Tom, Nathan, and I were in the car and had a magnificent run with the radio. Then we came back to my house and met up with all my mates and set up some tents. It was like a little tent community and I loved it. After that my mates and I went for some pizza hut. Another sign of a good day, the jalapeno slices were out. by 12:30 this was already one of the best days of my life. Then we played the waiting game until 5 for pictures. Pictures was boring, but our limo was sweet. I got a solid seat all the way back near CC, Quad A, and Katieskis. This seat also allowed me to see everyone in the limo at all times in case somebody was up to somethin'.
Originally I thought prom was going to be pretty lame. And for the first half hour it really was. Then the dancing started, and along with the dancing came the fun. But along with the fun came the sweat. I mean lots of sweat. Loads of it. It was bad. My gooch was swimming for well over three hours. But it was a good swimmin' because I was recieving a lot of stimulation from my female dance partners. Between us bloggers, the three best girls to dance with were Candace, Brittany Antonelli, and Morgan (in no specific order). Rachel was a close fourth, but those three really went for it.
Our man Tommy Lohmes didn't take the crown, but it's ok. He'll be back next year with a vengeance. On a better note the music selection was awesome. Enough awesome songs in a row to string a few songs with girl for a while, and enough subpar songs to get drinks and use the facilities. I requested "Shout" at like 8:30 abd they didn't play it yet. So when they were announcing prom king and queen I called for it. Whatta ya know, right after the lame slow dance (in which Shane-O-Mac threw down the tango) Shout came on. It was the highlight of the night for most people, but probably just the highlight of my life. How everybody was in perfect unison with the jumping and screaming. And how everybody brought it down when we got it a little bit softer now, then got it a little bit louder naow. It was nothing short of amazing.
After another hour or so of gettin' my dance on we decided to call our guy and head for the hills. Quick detours at Tahous and Wegmans for plates and Bulls. Then we came to 46 Russell Ave niggas. Everyone changed, I started a fire, Johnny LegzZz came over, so did LSchley. We got some booze and the party began. Lots of shit went down, but between 26 people, three thirtys, some Jack Daniels, Bacardi, and three bottles of wine, only one person vomitted. That said, I can't believe some people didn't (Mainly Stormin Orman). But what pursued was a lot of fun. The only people who are going to read this were probably there so I don't need to go into detail, but it was an amazing day. I'm still currently in a drunken stupor at 5:31 pm. Shane had a dick on his face, and Chelsea had a goatee. I think I did a swing dance with every female there, and Josh Valletta. I urinated on the fire like 15 times, and on a person. I wrestled with Hulkamania for god sakes. It was an unbelievable 24 hour period that won't be soon forgotten.....
.........Already looking forward to next year's ball
--Last night was pretty wild. I will do my best by describing it, but I will more than likely forget to mention a lot of things. Firstly, leaving school early was great. I knew it was going to be a good day when Eugene, Tom, Nathan, and I were in the car and had a magnificent run with the radio. Then we came back to my house and met up with all my mates and set up some tents. It was like a little tent community and I loved it. After that my mates and I went for some pizza hut. Another sign of a good day, the jalapeno slices were out. by 12:30 this was already one of the best days of my life. Then we played the waiting game until 5 for pictures. Pictures was boring, but our limo was sweet. I got a solid seat all the way back near CC, Quad A, and Katieskis. This seat also allowed me to see everyone in the limo at all times in case somebody was up to somethin'.
Originally I thought prom was going to be pretty lame. And for the first half hour it really was. Then the dancing started, and along with the dancing came the fun. But along with the fun came the sweat. I mean lots of sweat. Loads of it. It was bad. My gooch was swimming for well over three hours. But it was a good swimmin' because I was recieving a lot of stimulation from my female dance partners. Between us bloggers, the three best girls to dance with were Candace, Brittany Antonelli, and Morgan (in no specific order). Rachel was a close fourth, but those three really went for it.
Our man Tommy Lohmes didn't take the crown, but it's ok. He'll be back next year with a vengeance. On a better note the music selection was awesome. Enough awesome songs in a row to string a few songs with girl for a while, and enough subpar songs to get drinks and use the facilities. I requested "Shout" at like 8:30 abd they didn't play it yet. So when they were announcing prom king and queen I called for it. Whatta ya know, right after the lame slow dance (in which Shane-O-Mac threw down the tango) Shout came on. It was the highlight of the night for most people, but probably just the highlight of my life. How everybody was in perfect unison with the jumping and screaming. And how everybody brought it down when we got it a little bit softer now, then got it a little bit louder naow. It was nothing short of amazing.
After another hour or so of gettin' my dance on we decided to call our guy and head for the hills. Quick detours at Tahous and Wegmans for plates and Bulls. Then we came to 46 Russell Ave niggas. Everyone changed, I started a fire, Johnny LegzZz came over, so did LSchley. We got some booze and the party began. Lots of shit went down, but between 26 people, three thirtys, some Jack Daniels, Bacardi, and three bottles of wine, only one person vomitted. That said, I can't believe some people didn't (Mainly Stormin Orman). But what pursued was a lot of fun. The only people who are going to read this were probably there so I don't need to go into detail, but it was an amazing day. I'm still currently in a drunken stupor at 5:31 pm. Shane had a dick on his face, and Chelsea had a goatee. I think I did a swing dance with every female there, and Josh Valletta. I urinated on the fire like 15 times, and on a person. I wrestled with Hulkamania for god sakes. It was an unbelievable 24 hour period that won't be soon forgotten.....
.........Already looking forward to next year's ball
6 comments:
First of all, you are indeed a BAMF, with that being an understatement of course. Secondly it was a great time, even if I had to explain to my mom why exactly I was washing off my pint sized tent at 8:00 o'clock in the morning.
I apologize for urinating on your tent. At the time I wasn't thinking about who's tent it was, but who was in the tent. My bad
hahahahahahahha
You pissed on her?
Tampa in 2006 61-101 (.377)
KC in 2006 62-100 (.383)
Now since .377<.383 Tampa gets the first pick. You guys are pretty sharp.
can't forget about your amazing bowtie you were rockin' all night :)
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