I Smell Prom

My little sister’s all stressed out over her senior prom tomorrow. She’s down with the whole getup – The cutest little frock, the shoes, the bolero, the football jock date… Yeah she be pimpin’. :)

To some people, prom is a highly anticipated event. Dresses and glitter and fluff and dyeable shoes that will (well, should) NEVER see the light of day post-prom. But then there's a whole set of ladies for whom prom is the devil. With what money will I be purchasing this ugly dress that I'll be wearing without a date? Where are the boobs that I need to wear this strapless gown? Should I just completely disobey my mother and get my moustache waxed? Oof. Tough one.

But you know what? Prom doesn't have to suck. It doesn't.

Don’t be in a bad mood because some other girl won your superlative - the bitch- even though everyone knows you’re way wittier than her. Don’t be upset because you are the least photogenic person in the group and your face will be the one that ruins the shot for everyone. No, no, no. It should be a wonderful time. You should be excited about getting fly for just one evening. I say avoid updos, but then again, I don't know anything. Regardless, you should be like, "Hell yeah, PROM!" and you should actually like all the friends that have invited themselves into the limo that your parents paid for. You should hold no resentment whatsoever towards that friend of yours who totally bought the dress you wanted to buy behind your back. It should be a good time that you reflect on when you're 50 with pure happiness.

With that being said, I spent MY prom at Red Robin chowing down a burger as big as my thigh. Mmm... I'll take that over prom anyday.