Find a girl. Get creative. Ask. If rejected, go back to square one or give up and cry in a corner. Figure out colors. Get a tux fitted. Rent it out. Order the corsage. Pay for the limo. Go back to the tux store. Check to see if the tux actually fits. Resize it if it doesn’t.
Who knew that going to prom (or just a high school dance in general, really) would involve so much preparation?
Because I certainly never expected any of this (or maybe I did subconsciously.. But I guess I’m still in denial of how broke I’ll be after prom.)