downhomeguy
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Everyone kept telling me that the highschool prom was supposed to be the best night of our lives. After our junior year, I raised a skeptical eye at that. In a complicated situation, I had agreed to take a blind date, my friend's cousin, so that her friend would agree to go with him. But his date baled, and I was left with the cousin. So my senior year, I decided that it wouldn't come to that. Unfortunately, the same thing happened. A girl that another friend of mine was dating asked me to take her friend, who I had never met. Being the decent human that I am, I agreed.
Just as I should have suspected, the night was disaster. Every feeble attempt I made to talk with my date were shot down, including me asking her to dance. She spent the better part of the evening talking with our mutual friend before spotting another guy she knew, whom I didn't, and buried herself in conversation with him.
I knew that the weekend long houseparty to come would help me drown my sorrows, so I decided to get a jump. Taking off my black jacket and tie, loosening my collar, I headed out to the parking lot and quickly found our limousine. The driver was nowhere to be found, and I spotted him in the window of an all-night diner across the road. Climbing into the back seat, I crawled up to where the window into the front was situated and began going through my bag. Most of us had arranged for our personal alcohol to already be at the house, on top of the kegs we had paid for as a group. I had left a bottle of Jack Daniels in my bag, always questioning those that would arrive at the house before me. Finding it, I sliced off the plastic guard and unscrewed the bottle, taking a long swallow and sighing.
Just as I should have suspected, the night was disaster. Every feeble attempt I made to talk with my date were shot down, including me asking her to dance. She spent the better part of the evening talking with our mutual friend before spotting another guy she knew, whom I didn't, and buried herself in conversation with him.
I knew that the weekend long houseparty to come would help me drown my sorrows, so I decided to get a jump. Taking off my black jacket and tie, loosening my collar, I headed out to the parking lot and quickly found our limousine. The driver was nowhere to be found, and I spotted him in the window of an all-night diner across the road. Climbing into the back seat, I crawled up to where the window into the front was situated and began going through my bag. Most of us had arranged for our personal alcohol to already be at the house, on top of the kegs we had paid for as a group. I had left a bottle of Jack Daniels in my bag, always questioning those that would arrive at the house before me. Finding it, I sliced off the plastic guard and unscrewed the bottle, taking a long swallow and sighing.
