June 6, 2000

One year ago: I confess my love for all things Canadian and stress out about my college reunion.

So this is like the picture of the millennium, isn't it? Molly finally unearthed this picture she took at our prom, and it is still the funniest damn picture I've ever seen, even if my prom date is currently on trial for murder. If you missed that whole story, and want my sarcastic recap of the events, go here. You guys knew I was kidding with all the song lyrics, right? It was supposed to be all ironic and shit.

Anyway, the players in this photograph are from left to right, Mike (the guy on trial), my friend Bola (her real name is Jen), me and Bola's boyfriend at the time, Mike T. (to distinguish him from Mike N., the guy on trial). Here are my comments on the whole situation.

• Could I look any more miserable? Seriously, how pissed off do I look? The look on my face perfectly describes how I felt the entire night.
• Dude, I was kind of hot. I was a fox. Can you believe I couldn't get a date? I mean, if I was smiling, I would look much better, obviously. After seeing this picture, Mary said, "I swear I remember you saying that you thought you were heavy in high school? Kim, you look so skinny there!" The sad thing is that I did think I was a big fat fatty. I was all self-conscious about my weight because I weighed like ten pounds more than most of my friends. That dress is the most revealing outfit I wore in high school. The only time I was skinnier than that was my senior year of college. So sad that I didn't realize it then.
• Note that my date's tie and cummerbund do not match my dress. This was because he only agreed to go with me like four days before the prom, so there was no time for matching. I just told him to get a neutral color.
• How funny is it that we aren't even sitting next to each other? What a disaster.
• Also note that I did not do the "cool thing" and wear my date's bowtie like Bola did. She and Mike T. were so in looooove. They were voted class couple. I think they broke up like two months into college. Maybe it was later than that. Bola, e-mail me and let me know. Anyway, Bola has gone on to marry her other high school sweetheart, and Mike T. is allegedly engaged as well, I hear. And I think they are both happy and successful. Just in case you wanted to know what happened to these people. I mean, you know what happened to me and my date.

So that was my senior prom. Gwen posted a funny story about her prom as well, and I swear I didn't plan it, but it's like a theme.

The trial update is that today, both sides finished their closing arguments and it went to jury deliberation. I'm on pins and needles here. If you want other details on the case, I've been posting stuff about it in my weblog, and once I hear the verdict, I'll post something there. Molly and I had a long conversation about it on the phone the other night because the whole thing is so horrifyingly fascinating. I really hope he didn't do it and I really hope he gets off. But time will tell. And I'll always have my prom memories, right? The best of times, indeed.