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| P-ROM (parameter read only disc) 2006
Belmont High School Prom starts off with a little excitement. i got my greencard. now, i can leave the country for the first time in 12years. yep japan, here i come. and u know what. Jun, yakusoku shitayona, nihon de kanojyo to futari de Hanabi Taikai Double Date no yakusokuwo!
anyways, i go to jesse's at around 4.45pm and enjoy the taste of a warm family welcome by the Mattleman's. As jesse avoids the "slow-motion-walk-down-the-stairs entrance, we sort of 'cool it down' by just taking pics of ourselves." Meanwhile, the parents are going nuts with the cameras, flashes all over our faces, and licks of love crawling up our arms. In ten minutes however, this star-struck moment is taken over by St. Josephs church where we rendevue with 30 other 'prommers' to take pictures. yea, we're famous. for the moment. Anyhow, we get on a ghetto party bus (by which credit is goes to my lovely lovely jesse), and sail away into the young high school night. Our commute to the Boston Sheraton was unbelievable. As i was surrounded by beautiful women on my left and right, front and back, we discuss our night, recap our photoshoot, and assume the rest.
then comes nothing but love love love. Prom is about love love love, and Jesse was looking absolutely gorgeous. I'm glad i didn't go with anyone else, cuz i wouldn't have had as much fun with anyone else. we danced crazy, we ate alot, we talked mucho, and we danced crazy (lol). (konoko ima kareshi irukedo, zettai ubatteyaru. konoko wo ore no ni shitai!)
i came home at 4.30am that night. fell asleep on john's couch after a horrible game of pool with walter in johns basement. fell asleep to The Italian Job, and before i knew it, the "most important day of my life"(quote sincerely emphasized) had gone by in a blink of an eye. ..mm..hm...
lost love. will you ever know?
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