I did not have a prom. In Sydney1 they’re called school dances (or at least they were in my day) and they are nothing like the big deal they seem to be here in the US of A. And, no, I didn’t have a school dance either on account of going to a tiny hippy school with only about two hundred students. (We didn’t “date” either. Not in the American sense of the word. I don’t think I’ve ever gone on a bona fide “date”.)
Anyways my knowledge of proms is gleaned from Hollywood movies, YA novels, and my American friends. I find prom (and “date”) stories deeply fascinating in an anthropological way. And Maureen’s is a beaut. If you’ve got any fun stories of your own—spit ’em out! Bonus points if you can explain the whole cottilion/debutante ball thing.
- I can’t speak for the whole of Australia—for all I know there may be some small town somewhere that does have proms. Or where school dances are a huge deal. I’ve already discovered that not everyone says “grouse”. Poor blighters. [↩]