We didn't have a prom at my school. We didn't even have a year 12 formal. But even if we did, I suspect I would have considered such an event to be a lame bourgeois ritual which I would, naturally, have been above. As in, hello, I-am-so-cool-I-am-going-to-Crossways-for-lunch-thankyou-very-much. No prom for me. No siree.
Sadly, this means I missed out on wearing a corsage. No wonder I'm making up for it now. Thanks Betty Jo for constructing this fancy little number. I love it.