Pass the Ketchup, 'Cause I'm Eating My Words

I went to prom last night.

I had a lot of fun.

I realize now that high school doesn't totally blow, it's just that I didn't try to make it fun.

Friday, I called to make a reservation at Ambrosia, to which my parents had a gift certificate which they donated to us. I asked for a 6:00 reservation.
"Well, we don't actually have a 6:00 slot open."
"Oh."
"But we give you a 20-minute grace period before we give away your table, which gets you to 5:50, and then if you called and said you were running a few minutes late, then we'd definitely hold your table until 6:00."

So on Saturday, Ryan showed up at my house in his Jetta and a tux. We got in the car, which, mysteriously and suddenly, refused to start. Half an hour later, I was pulling my parents' new hybrid out of the garage.
"I love your parents," said Ryan.

We went and picked up classmate Bobby, who, despite being a cool dude, inexplicably didn't have a date and would be coming with us for dinner. I tried to make the car tell us which way the restaurant was, since none of us had any idea, but for some reason she thought that another restaurant called Ambrosia in Seattle would be a better place for us to eat and was desperately trying to get us on the freeway. We ultimately found the place, no thanks to the car's navigation chick, but I had to call them again and say we would be even later than I had already said we would be. The restaurant was full of other high schoolers headed to prom a couple of blocks away.
"Hey, how'd you get two dates?" one girl asked jokingly.
"Well, the others couldn't make it," I answered, smiling dazzlingly. Well, at least it felt dazzling. Wit and makeup make me feel dazzling when combined properly.

Ultimately, we walked to the MacDonald Theatre, dropping off our leftovers in the trunk on the way. A number of students were already waiting for the doors to open. One girl had already taken her shoes off.

The dance, though it contained relatively little true dancing, was really strangely fun. The three of us largely stayed together the whole time. After four hours of moshing in high heels (try it sometime. It's no picnic), we hit the coat check and then went to get some milkshakes at Shari's. We dropped Bobby off and went home to see about Ryan's car, which they subsequently managed to jump start.

I'm really still just surprised that I didn't end up sitting in a corner alone the whole time.