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The Pride Prom

I know it is an important event, both politically and socially. We got a lot of great press coverage (always nice to see my name in print) and things did go well.

But I'm unhappy about it and I don't know why. Shawna didn't like the music (if it was undanceable, why where people dancing?), and her boyfriend was bored. Fair enough, so was I at times.

Unfortunately, there was a fair bit more criticism from people who didn't help out. We got everything from, "There was too much drinking," to "There should have been an open bar," and "This is just too mainstream for my liking!" I don't get that last one. Stupid kids, get off my lawn.

Mostly, the kids were greatful for an event of its kind. There were of course those memorable few irresponsible miscrents breaking up the place, trying to catch the fish, feed the monkeys, and choke the flamingo. Why is basic respect such a foreign concept to so much of our youth these days?

I'm probably being too harsh on the Prom. There were some spectacular dresses, and it was genuinely a new experience for a few people. There were some very kind expressions of gratitude. All the volunteers were great and helpful.

Comments (5)

hmm... just because i didn't like the music didn't mean i thought it was lame. i was just upset that after curling my hair for three hours i was there for less than 2. Which was one persons fault.

i hear after i left the place got hoppin.

To quote your blog, "I was a bit bored with the music (it was lame and undanceable."

that still doesn't mean that pride prom was lame.

The music was one of the best parts! (Of course, I am horribly biased.)

I blogged about the Pride Prom, too. The only parts of it that were sub-par were the parts you had no control over, in my opinion.

Awesome venue. Great music. Wonderful idea.

Thanks for having us!

ben:

I was pretty impressed about how we handled everything, like the crazy old woman who kept looking over our shoulder. And I have to say I'm glad I didn't start drinking until I was almost nineteen, because fourteen-year-olds look RIDICULOUS trying to do things when they're drunk and "hiding it."

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