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High School Senior Prom:
Blind date, got blind drunk,
left me in the lurch,
then threw it all up on the lovely table
at the St. Regis Hotel in Manhattan.
Had to have limo driver open windows
so my date’s head could hang out!
It started snowing…and blowing…
Window stuck open. Hairdos and spirits dropped.
Lessons: don’t let your older sister set you up with a blind date for your Senior Prom. Don’t go to your Senior Prom because your mother never got to go to hers because her father had just died of cancer. Then you have to lie to her for the next ten years about what a wonderful time you had so she won’t feel bad about the $40. She spent or your red taffeta Prom Gown…the one she would have loved when she was 17!