People’s Prom Pix
Well, the People’s Prom was about as wicked-awesome as I had hoped.
After luckily scoring two tickets, (they sold out in one day), I only had to find a date. I didn’t have anyone in mind when I bought the tickets, figuring it wouldn’t be too hard to find someone cool to bring (I mean seriously, is there a better ask-out line than “Do you want to go the prom with me?”), and I was not mistaken. I don’t really get out and meet many girls, and I was actually considering asking one of the barristas from my coffee shop (definitely a crap shoot — it’s part of their job to be nice), so I decided to post an ad on craigslist. I got about five responses (an improvement over the zero I got when I was looking for someone to go see Califone with), and Lindsay’s email left no doubt that she would be a stellar prom date. Right again. We had a blast and danced our faces off.
Yours truly, gettin jiggy wit it.
Lindsay looking glamorous.
My neighbour Tom, dancing up a storm. After the party we compared sweat stains. “My armpit sweat has joined in the middle, like… amoebas!”
Bonjour madames
Yes please
These two got my vote for prom king and queen, no question.