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So, prom: being an Englander, I didn't have a prom per se, but rather a May Ball (Spring Formal), which I attended in my lower sixth (year twelve for Barbelith Young Team, I think, or Junior year for the Americans) with my then-partner, a senior. We went along with my best friend, who I recently and happily found myself reunited with after nearly a decade of silence. Partner wore a rather startling dress - a blue and gold tube ending, IIRC, below the knee and below the arms, with mantilla. I wore the taffetta, the chenille doing nothing for my complexion as it did. The photos are actually quite odd - that thing where your face is still teribly *young*, but you are kitted out in grown-up clothes. Then again, it will surprise noone to know that I went to a school with a strict uniform, so maybe it was just the waistcoat...
Funnily enough, I remember very little about the evening itself. |
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