I voted yes but hated it.
I didn't want to in the first place. Then this girl asked me and I didn't want to say no. I sort of liked her but not really, and certainly didn't want the prom to be my first date with her. Second date in my life at that point. Well, here I was, I'd agreed to go to the prom I didn't want to go to with I girl I didn't really like. Sounds like a great time, no?
I was, however, intrigued by the idea of possibly "getting lucky" that night. I'd heard that such things tended to happen on prom night, and I suppose looking back I can say that was the main reason I did go. Will it ruin the story if I say it wasn't even close?
So we go to dinner beforehand at a fancy restaurant. Luckily I was with 2 other couples and most of us knew each other fairly well. All the guys were friends and the girls were all friendly. It was high school- you knew who most people were even if you never spoke to them- and nobody was in opposing cliques, so dinner was pleasant enough. I didn't talk much. I was busy being VERY uncomfortable in my suit. First time out to dinner in a suit- hot, cramped, irritating fabric- but at least that was it. Food wasn't very good though (as an aside, it was an Italian restaurant. Italian isn't worth going out for unless it's a 5 star place. 95% of the time you can do better at home) and expensive. The only positive I've learned was no booze bill, we were too young.
Prom itself unmemorable. At a hotel, strictly monitored, dancing, etc. I don't think I danced and I don't remember talking to my date. I don't think we stayed more than 2 hours. Plan was to go to Friendly's, meet up with some friends, and then go to the after-prom party. This is where my memory picks up again. It's about 2 miles between the hotel and Friendly's, so (sober) I take the girl and head off. Exactly halfway between the two is the City Police Headquarters, and in front of this building is where I had my first auto accident!
A slick downhill turn, oily from an earlier truck accident, and I lost control, crossed lanes and hit a puckup headon. He had seen me coming at him and stopped, more or less, and I wasn't speeding, so we hit at about 20 mph. Still a big crunch, neither car drivable. It's eleven o'clock on prom night. I'm standing in front of the police station with two totaled vehicles in front of me, an angry truck driver, a freaked-out date (Do you think by now she was regretting it?) and nobody to call- friends were all out and my folks were out of town. No cell phones back in those days. Ha! It was only 12 years ago. SO we walked to Friendly's... and did I mention it was raining?
Arrived just as everyone was leaving for the party- that, at least, was good luck- so we hitched a ride. Around this time even I was picking up the signals- no 'getting lucky' for me! Hahaha... She didn't even speak to me the rest of the night. I slept on the ground outside the party... after all that I just couldn't take going inside. H*ll of a prom night I tell you!