...and questionable advice is being dispensed to graduating seniors. (Put down whatever you're drinking. You'll thank me later.)
I don't remember very much about my senior prom aside from my date (who was radiant in a pale lemon chiffon dress), the theme, and the fact that it was at the Mayflower Hotel. Oh yeah, the food was actually okay. The one thing that stands out in my memory about that night is the promenade Sue and I made down the hall at the Sheraton Park to the Disclave consuite after we left the prom for more suitable entertainment. Dozens of stunned fans -dressed in all manner of medieval, Trek, and fanboy garb- stared in disbelief. It was all we could do to keep from laughing. ^___^
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