June 27th 2017
Today Facebook reminded me that it’s seven years since my prom. That doesn’t seem possible, but I guess that it is. It showed me this photo of Alice and me from prom night.
It’s kind of annoying because I feel that I don’t really look any different now than I did seven years ago. I mean, I’ve grown about a foot and I have a beard now and everything but I’ve never been able to get rid of that fucking Lego hair. Alice looks completely different now. We were together at the time, but we didn’t actually ‘go to prom together’ (long, awkward story, don’t ask) which is why our outfits don’t match.
Seven years later we have a house together and this photo still sits on my desk.
I don’t think we’ve taken a photo that nice since that day, which is a bit of a shame.
I remember dancing with her at the time and feeling so old, but now I look back and we were so young.
We were driven to prom in a hummer. Chris got a black eye a week before prom and it didn’t heal in time. We spent most of the night trying to get him to dance with one of the girls (a theme that would continue for the next three or four years).
We were sixteen at the time. I’m twenty-three now.
Until tomorrow, I’m feeling rather reminiscent.