The events of senior prom make me laugh now, but were pretty traumatic then.
My sister had a beautiful dress that she wore to a wedding. I loved that dress, so I asked her if I could borrow it for my prom.
On the day of the prom, I went to have my hair done at a salon I had never been to, and it was pretty far away. The stylist was running behind and I was afraid I would be late getting home. On the way back, I got lost and I was just driving around forever looking for a street I knew. When I finally found my way home, I walked into my grandmother's apartment through the back door at the same time my date walked in through the front door in his tuxedo.
My mom and grandma were just standing there in the kitchen, crying. It was also too early for my mom to be home from work. I thought someone had died.
My mom said that grandma had burned a small hole in my prom dress while ironing it. She showed me the dress, and the hole was right in the center front, and it was as large as a medium-sized pancake. So then I started crying...
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