May 1st.
It's approaching faster than I had thought it would. Usually, when you look forward to thinks, they tend to creep up on you extremely slowly and painfully while you scream in your head, "I JUST WISH YOU WOULD PASS ALREADY."
Prom is proving to be a different story. It's comin'! I've been a one-man planning committee for most everything (the limousine rental and dinner reservations, both proving to be more difficult than they should) and I have successfully accomplished my tasks - a beautiful limo has been rented, dinner reservations have been made at a gorgeous Japanese steak house, and everything is going according to plan.
Oh, except your necessary high school girls bringing the catty drama to the scene.
Yep! No event would be complete without it. I'm faced with a huge obstacle here...one of the two (codename, Snickers) had planned to have an afterparty at her house following Prom for the group going. There would be about 13 of us going, but Snickers had suddenly and randomly decided that she wanted to go alone with her boyfriend and another couple who was previously atteding with us. With no warning, she told us to make our own plans.
No problem! I saw it as a challenge and handled it quickly and efficiently.
The second of the girls (codename Weeaboo) who was in my new group, after being cast off, offered that we may have an afterparty at her house. Thinking this would be the wise choice, we opted to go to hers and neglect the one that had been planned. Nobody is interested in catty, underhanded shots and arguments so we picked the option that would likely allieve it. Makes sense, no?
Snickers finds out, and is pissed off. She thinks everything Weeaboo is doing is to piss her off, when in reality, not many people want to go to Snicker's house. I spend half an hour trying to console her, but I simply cannot win.
This lord is having trouble handling this situation. Why must teenage women be so dramatic?
-Lord Serru
