Well, last night was THE BIG NIGHT of The Prom. The prom itself wasn't especially great, but we ate dinner at Charlie's Cafe Exceptionale before it, then had our own little private afterparty with about 8 people at the W___'s--complete with champagne. Then we went to Roger P___'s for the afterparty until 5:30 a.m.
Hmmm...what's there to say that doesn't sound like a typical after-the-prom diary entry? I can't stand the word "diary," the word reminds me of diarrhea. And of a little pink-frocked, rosy-cheeked, curly-haired, moony-eyed chick writing a daily account of her sweet little heart's ups & downs.
