Prom…

This year, I felt less like a date, and more like a chauffeur. Oh, well. Ditching the dramaphiles and spending the night at Marika’s along with all my socially-awkward real friends made up for it though. Nothing like staying up ‘till the wee hours of the morning listening to vinyl, “camping” out in the yard even though half of us moved back indoors, and finally passing out in a giant conglomeration of limbs and bodies and, best of all, love.