Last night was my prom, one of the most looked-forward-to night of the year. Here’s what happened:
Getting Ready
At around 5 o clock, I decided to head around to Glyn’s to get ready. I collected all my stuff together and set off. By the time I was at the Yeung Sing, I realised I had forgotten my outfit, so I had to walk back all the way home again.
I arrived at Glyn’s and waited for him to do his hair before we both popped over to Dave’s to pick something up. On the way back, Pete appeared in his car. He gave us a lift back to Glyn’s and he joined us.
At Glyn’s my mother and sister had arrived to see me in my outfit. Myself, Pete and Glyn went upstairs to get ready. It took me ages to get everything on. Wearing Highland Wear is a big effort. Here is my clothing inventory:
1 x Kilt
1 x Jacket
1 x Waist-coat
1 x Shirt
2 x Cufflinks
1 x Bow-tie
1 x Belt
1 x Sporan
2 x Sporan-Belt Connecter
2 x Socks
2 x Shoes
2 x Flashes
1 x Skean-Due
I finally finished getting ready and went downstairs for photos.
After a few photos we set off for the bus stop. We walked past a few limos speeding down the road, at £20 per person and felt pleased to know that we’d be spending £1 for our journey.
Getting There
When we got on the bus and asked for our child singles to town the bus driver gave us a dodgey look. For some reason he didn’t seem to believe us that we were in fact 15. Crazy.
When people got onto the bus they chose to sit next to people they didn’t know rather than sit near us. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
We got off the bus at Friar Lane and walked up to the Brittania. We all popped into the toilet before descending the stairs to meet everyone.
Getting Started
We stood around for about half an hour talking to people and congratulating people on how good they looked. I was amazed to see that absolutely everyone looked good. Not to seem harsh or anything but I did expect some people to look completely appalling.
A lot of people chose to point out that Martin Rose was also in a kilt. I was tempted to point out who else was in a suit or dress. I decided against it.
Finally we were allowed in to eat. The vegetarian option was really nice, but the chicken didn’t look appetising.
After dinner all the awards were announced. I cannot remember them all but here are a few:
Pete- Best Male Ass
John Gunstone- Most Genuine Male
Sophie- Female Most Likely to Be a Millionaire
Elliot- Male Most Likely to Be a Millionaire
After that myself, Pete, Glyn, Charlotte and G went out.
Getting Alcohol
We all left the hotel and Pete and Glyn went to Spar while Charlotte, G and myself went up the road so Charlotte could have a fag. After she’d finished they both went back in and I went to meet Glyn and Pete.
They were quite a way away, so I had to walk alone through Nottingham wearing a kilt. It was a new experience.
One bloke lifted my kilt up to see if I was wearing underwear, many bouncers glared at me and one drunken man shouted at me in a fake Scottish accent.
When I finally arrived at Spar I was very relieved.
The lovely people at Spar had asked Glyn for ID and he wasn’t keen on using his fake one, because they scan it.
We considered walking to a bar but decided against it. Instead we walked back to the hotel and swigged Spiced Rum in the toilets. Classy stuff.
Getting into the Swing of It
The next part of the night was split into getting water, dancing, mingling with people. Very little happened but it was very enjoyable. We heard that Ollie Marshall had been served with a Fake-ID so we went up to the bar and Glyn got a pint of Foster’s for each of us.
Glyn then went back to get another couple but this time he was not served. He told the barman that he was a teacher but he wasn’t believed. Then Miss Fitzgibbon started backing Glyn up, saying that he taught Law. He failed in getting any alcohol, but Miss bought him a pint with Matt Allcock’s money. Lucky for some…
Getting More Drunk
After a while we decided to have more Spiced Rum. We could no longer get into the toilets we were in before, but we did find a conference room. Glyn stood at the auditorium and made a speech. It was fairly incoherent.
We returned to see everyone else. Glyn took my camera and took an obscene number of pictures of himself with various people.
Getting Back
As the prom drew to a close we decided to go to the Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem. Unfortunately it was closed, so we headed back to the bus stop. I got really hungry so I went to Subway and bought a foot-long Veggie Delight with 3 oatmeal and raisin cookies.
The bus arrived and we all piled in. It was very very crowed. Judith borrowed my camera and took a few photos. Callum was playing his DS Lite.
We arrived back in Bingham and went to Honey’s. Little was going on at Honey’s and we were all quite tired so we left shortly after.
On the way back we came across a large group of people from our year hanging around outside Sophie Bullock’s house.
We sat down on the road and talked for a bit. Nothing of interest happened. So Glyn, Pete, G and I all went back to my house.
We got into bed at 2 and woke 12 hours later.
