Yes, tis that time of year for us younger Fishstripers. The time for approaching attractive young females, for renting tuxedos, for getting so low your legs hurt for days, and, perhaps most importantly, getting rip-roaring drunk. Yes, friends, prom time is here.
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Here I am with my lovely friends Mandi and Ashley pre-prom. My date was off at states, so these two had to suffice.
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Yucking it up for the camera. When he saw this one, jsprt stated, "How does the hot guy always end up in the middle?" Notice the firece young lady on the left- she knows Rosenthal.

Our parents eventually made us venture outside. We're standing by the pool, which we would all soon fall into. Just kidding. Jsprt and I are the ones directly left and right of the middle guy.

Thankfully, they had mercy on us and let us come back in the house to take pictures on the couch. This couch is where jsprt would pass out later in the night, but more on that later.

We crowded on the bus, and then prepared to leave for prom. Unfortunately, this is where the pictures stop. But wiggins has asked about my experience, so I shall share...

As soon as the last parent was off the bus, we got to having ourselves a good time.
We broke out the Hypnotic and Parrot Bay, and started partying on our party bus. The blinds went down, and the music was turned up.
We got to our destination a bit early, so we requested that our driver take us around the block so we could continue to get crunk. En route, I also had some "special" brownies.
We got to prom and... no one was dancing! The people on our limo decided to change that. We got out on the dance floor, and began the night.
It took awhile for my date to arrive from the state track meet, but I have to admit, I liked not being tied down. I got to dance with many more people that way.
Eventually, the brownies kicked in, and it made the whole thing more enjoyable. The dancing remained fun, the food was good, and participating in homecoming court as a member of class council while... altered? An experience.
The prom was winding down a bit, and we decided to leave. We drove back to Gardens, but our bus driver said he didn't want us drinking on the bus anymore. We sent him on a mission to take the people that needed to leave home.
We downed some mixed drinks and did some shots, and waited for the bus driver to return.
He did, and we made our way north to our friends party, which, as jsprt will tell you, was "bumpin."
When we arrived, the host was drunk enough that he fell down in the street coming to greet us. We made our way inside where there was more music, more dancing, and more liquor. I wanted a beer, but alas, I didn't get one.
We stayed for awhile, but had to hightail it back to Gardens before 3:30, when our time with Bill, our bus driver was up.
Once we got back, some of us crashed right away, and some of us debated whether or not to drive back to the party. We decided that we were all too wasted to drive, so we stayed in. I debated on going swimming, and almost jumped in with my friend Amanda, but decided against it. One of our friends Eugene did go for it, however.
As the night got older and dawn approached, Eugene, Amanda and I were the only ones left awake. We spent the night eating, talking, and keeping Eugene from getting even more drunk. We also wrote all over Amanda with dry erase markers.
At about six o'clock, we all decided to go to sleep, thus ending the most entertaining night of our young lives.
The next day, some of us would go to Sunfest to see Lynyrd Skynyrd, but that's another story for another day...