I was a very bad boy my first prom. Two weeks before the prom I broke up with a girl and cancelled our date. Looking back, what a dick I was. Besides wearing really bad tuxs (I needed a Queer Eye) I organized boing whenever a Disco song was played. Now this was in 1978, so Disco was still a viable way to sell vinyl.
We went up to Spring Lake in Wisconsin the next day and I wound up disappearing with a different girl for a while.
I cannot even remember the name of my Junior year date.
Senior year was a little better, although it was another bad tux. This time with a graffiti cumberbund and bow tie. I just realized, I am a bad breaker upper. This girl I broke up with after dating 2 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days. I couldn't find a 3 year Anniversary gift, so I figured it was easier to just break up with her.
Now I see kids renting limos, condos on South Padre Island, $300 prom dresses, etc. Seems like a giant waste of money.
ANybody remember Steve Dahl's Prom Promo. It ended with the winner's dad proclaiming, "I wouldn't let my daughter go with you, or your sidekick, for all the tea in China buddy"