yes. prom quite rightly sucked. mind you, i did stock up on my mask collection, by swiping the table decorations (dance tradition. can't go to a dance without swiping the table decorations. they just throw them away in the end anyway). people claimed to have liked my dress, as did i. it held ten times the color and none of the pouf of the common dress of the season. but, that didn't keep it from being too terribly boring. my date and i didn't really dance much (a fact for which we are both thankful), and the majority of the music played was a tad suckage (too modern, too poppy, i'm a classic rock chick myself, 60s, 70s, 80s in particular).
but afterprom. now that was a party. "western" themed, worlds more casual, and included indian casinos.
now, here comes into play some of my greatest fatal flaws (there are quite a few, but we'll only concentrate on the important ones for today...). i thought i'd go around, sample all the games, earn some chips to trade in for raffle tickets, which i could then drop into various buckets for any one of the high-tech door prizes, or just cash.
the actual commencement of my night: three hours playing roulette, two cups at my disposal, one entirely full of $50 chips, the other overflowing $20 chips, the $10 chips not even worth the extra cup; 87 raffle tickets earned, all of which were dropped into the bucket whose door prize appeald most to me (they were all things like tv's, iPods, dorm fridges, etc.). what i most desired from them all was a mere $100 bill. cash would have given me the most use at this juncture in my life. there were only about twenty other tickets in the bucket besides. the hours of gambling having hightened my statistic abilities, i figured that about a 4:1 chance of my success.
as the drawing occorred with all the many, many prizes, we were all entertained by a hypnotist.
well, they were entertained. i was one of the lucky few who got hypnotized. i don't remember much, but i do actually remember things. most everyone says they "don't remember anything," but that's usually a load of [banana split]. either that, or they're already very, very good at not thinking, anyway.
'course, that might just be my opinion.
the little i do remember: there was laughing. lots of laughing. i'm already so self-conscious of my snorty laugh that it'd be hard not to come to a little once you hear it. my natural instinct is to stop myself laughing immediately, as no one really needs to know my laugh sounds that way. but i couldn't stop, and something about the dropped tissue accross the gym floor was flippin' hillarious. then, the guy said, "sleep" and i was under again.
i also remember talking to someone in the audience, about what i don't know, being too furious to stay relaxed. but, once whatever the situation was was rectified, i was again relaxed into submission.
and i'm pretty sure there was an invisible car in there somewhere. not sure about the particulars, just that i woke up to find myself driving a car, thought it the most natural thing, and went back under.
i naturally wake up a million times in natural sleep, so, even if this is not the norm, as i suspect, i wasn't surprised at all.
i was also hardly surprised to find, after the immemorable fun, i had won one of the $100 bills they were raffling off. i took my money, and an amazingly delicious hamburger, and blew the joint. home by 4 am, i got the world's best sleep, only waking up a coulple times, and slept to noon.
good times.
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