Nights of the living dead

My junior Prom Night was not even close to what I expected. It was so much more.
I'm all for unplanned nights, and making decisions at the very last minute.

What made this night so perfect was having our own hotel room. Pitching in all of our money so we have a place to call ours. Just for one night. While the girls get ready in the bathroom, and the music is playing, and the room smells strong of cologne and perfume. While we all dress up in our brand new clothes. Which was us dressing up in our parents money, or our paychecks, or our savings, and knowing that it's worth it, even if it's just for a night.

What made it perfect was all the unexpected twists. Getting kicked out of our room, having to talk to the cops, and then going to the dance floor and forgetting about it all. I love my friends. And how hilarious they make every single thing. Prom itself was followed by a trip downtown to pick up the alcohol, which was followed by a packed full party. Followed by a filled shot glass. Followed by ten more. And just when I thought the night couldn't get any better, the cops showed up to the party. And usually that's supposed to be a bad thing. But I couldn't help it that I loved it. You can't help but to love the rush. The adrenaline. The running. Hopping fences. Sirens flashing. People yelling. Falling and messing up the outfit you tried so hard to keep clean all night. Our parents money, our paychecks, our savings.. covered in dirt. And you don't care because, when are you ever wearing it again? It feels great.

Then when things couldn't get any more unexpected, we're pulled in to a three story town house by a random guy. And that sounds scary. But you can tell the difference when you're in contact with a creep, and when you're in contact with someone who's just trying to help. And he wasn't a creep. He told us, "I've been there before." He said, "Ha, I've ran from the cops many times." He said, "I lived for nights like those." He said, "You guys are young, this is what you're supposed to be doing." He got us water, he gave us food, we layed on the fancy leather couches and watched out the huge windows. Watching the cops drive by outside, while everyone else was still running, still hopping fences. Still in panic. And then more people show up. And it's just a bunch of us laughing our ass off at the random situation. The cops cleared, and he told us to leave. But the night wasn't over. We couldn't let it end yet. We got in a car, and drove to the next party. And then drove to the rave. All of us with something rushing through our bodies. Whether it's something we drank, inhaled, sniffed, or swallowed. For one night, we all put our bodies through hell. Starting all perfectly dressed up, and put together, and ending the night crashed in beds with scrapes, and bruises, and stains, dead cell phones, no money, light headed, and knowing we just had one of the best nights of our lives.