It's Raining On Prom Night

I do like a misleading title and before I go on and on about a night that you've probably heard about a thousand times before I'm just going to admit it didn't really rain on prom night. A shocker I know. We were graced with a small amount of "spitting from the sky" as some people put it but other than that we were fairly lucky. The title to this post, however, was another musical reference in the attempt to make it a little more funky- I can't believe I actually just used the word "funky" in a blog post.

I'm not going to lie, after such a massive build up, prom night seems to fly by and all the fuss seemed so unnecessary. It's weird to think it's all over now and it all happened weeks ago. It's like Christmas. Although I'm SO guilty for this, we (or I) start getting excited in September all for one day which comes and goes in the blink of an eye with only some discarded presents and left over turkey as a memory of what once was.  Honestly, 14 year old Katie dreamed of prom night, strutting her stuff on the dancefloor in some jaw-dropping ball gown. 16 year old Katie, on the other hand, spent the weeks leading up to prom considering the option of staying at home and scoffing numerous mangos in the comfort of her own duvet. I am very glad I went though as for me absolutely nothing is better than having all of my friends in one place. That's the one thing about school that I will miss, having them all there.



After trying on a total of what felt like 200 dresses (my sincerest apologies to the ASOS delivery man) I finally found my dress two days before prom. Talk about pushing it for time. Despite all the fuss I ended up having a wonderful night full of a weird selection of buffet food and dancing around with my friends. Is it just me who questions the sanity of the chef who decided to mix pasta and grapes and couscous and orange segments?! I couldn't even have gravy with my carvery because I was bound to spill it down myself and that wasn't a look I could rock. By the end of the night I was very reluctant to take off my lovely long white dress, which was from Zalando. 

Now I'm going to go all Debbie Downer on the situation but the main thing that irritated me about the evening was the aftermath. All anyone would do was complain about what an awful time they'd had. I'm not sure what they were expecting but a night of music and food arranged by your school isn't going to be the best night of your life. The night is going to be what you make it and my advice to anyone would be to have a good time. If you splash out on a fancy dress or suit and then spend the whole night in the corner on your phone then you aren't going to have fun. Surely that's inevitable. Get up and make some memories that don't involve eating mangos in your very own duvet cocoon. If you don't allow yourself to get up and surround yourself with your friends and just enjoy yourself then you will go home having had a rubbish night. That is nobodies fault but your own. All you have to do is make the most of the situation you're in and I'm honestly sure that anyone can have a good time anywhere if they allow themselves too. If in doubt, dance.

I just want to thank all of my friends for both a lovely night and also all the brilliant times we've had over the last few years. 








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