From: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org (The Rockford Files) To: rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Subject: The Rockford Files V1 #115 Reply-To: rockford-files@smoe.org Sender: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk The Rockford Files Friday, May 8 1998 Volume 01 : Number 115 Today's Filings: ----------------- Threads... Whoa. Prom coincidences abound... woo-hoo ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 09:08:56 -0400 From: Anne Lyons Subject: Threads... Hey all! I was just thinking last night that I haven't seen too too many threads on the RF lately. The one about "music I am embarrassed to admit that I listen to" was a good one. But I'm in the mood for more! Howzabout you guys? I'm not saying we need a "which BFF member would you want to take to your prom" (actually, I'd be more up for "which BFF member would you want to get arrested with and for what crime" but I digress). So, since we are not required to limit ourselves to BFF threads only (unless the rules have changed -- does our FL have any up-to-date amendments to the RF Charter?) here are some of my personal choices (other than, or in addition to, the crime spree with Ben, Darren and Rob). I need to collect some more music: so howzabout: Your top ten albums of all time? I've found that my taste tends to coincide with others on this list... so I'd love to see what y'all love. And, since it *is* prom season here in the US, maybe we should share our sick and twisted prom stories (or graduation or any other spring event... And for you folks in other countries... you might have other events that you can share!). I'll even start that one: My junior prom took place in May, 1987 and the theme was "Almost Paradise" (*shudder*). Now, for those of you who did *not* go to high school in the late 80's in the US, let me describe the prom fashion of that age: Puffy and Bright. A LOT of the guys wore white tuxes with hawaiian print cumberbunds, etc. And the most popular color for gowns was hot pink. And the gowns were poofy to the extreme... mostly everyone wore hoops under their skirts. Now, my own dress was a strapless yellow gown, with a hoop skirt, ruffles around the bottom of the skirt, a bow in the back and ruffles around the top of the dress (I know, I know... most of you can't even begin to imagine me looking like that!). The other two girls in the limo also wore strapless gowns. The guys all sat across from us in the limo on the way from the pre-party to the prom. Actually, we were fairly late, as one of the guys in our limo was the guy who had actually had the pre-party. We were all feeling pretty good (as I recall, I had probably downed a 2 liter bottle of wine coolers* -- remember when wine coolers were so popular, they came in the big 2 liter bottle! -- and some MD 20/20 -- Mmmmm Mmmmm1 Mad Dog!) So we were feeling pretty funky. So... on the way to the prom, we found a bowl of mints in the limo. So the guys started trying to throw them into each others mouths. We girls felt left out so we said we wanted to try too. So our dates started throwing mints toward us. It took us a little while to figure out what they were doing (I blame the Mad Dog) but we finally realized that it wasn't that their aim was really bad (since they weren't hitting our mouths at all) -- it was that they were aiming down the fronts of our gowns(!) So I spent the first 15 minutes of my prom in the Ladies' Room digging mints out of my bodice with two other girls. Luckily, another girl had gotten a huge hickey in the limo on the way to the hotel, so we were not the story of the evening! Yes yes, tame, I know... but I'm saving the big guns for later! *grin* Welp. That's my stupid prom story... anyone else care to join me? The water's fine... - -Anne *Not that I am in any way condoning underage drinking. Y'all gotta remember that I grew up in an Irish Catholic town. I started drinking later than all my peers -- the summer before my freshman in high school!!! We were just a bunch of mick lushes! *grin* ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 09:37:23 EDT From: Lennonita Subject: Whoa. Prom coincidences abound... Anne, I felt so alone. I thought I had been the only victim of cleavage basketball on Prom. Here's my pathetic tale: My school is so small everyone is invited to Prom. So frosh year a friend of mine who I owed a dance to (long story) asked me and I said yes and all was spiff. I wore a long silver dress that was silver velvet on the top and satin on the bottom and kind of laced up in the back. It was really pretty. We go in a group with four other people...we go to dinner...all is swell, still. Then I notice my date is sitting there snickering in his "I'm thinking of something perverted but I'm not going to say it out loud, I just want people to notice me" way, and I say, "What?" He laughs, "Nothing." I said, "No, what?!" He composed himself and I forgot about it...for two minutes. Then he starts up again and one of the guys across the table joins in. I'm like, "Alright, guys, what's up?" Shane (my date) makes a throwing motion. I said, "What?" He's hysterical by now. He sputters, "I threw it...it went in..." (I hadn't been turned in his direction most of the night. NOT a coincidence.) It dawned on me what was going on, so I look down, and sure enough, nestled in my cleavage was a small collection of paper balls that he made from the sugar packets he used in his tea. This I found amazing, because my cleavage is not exactly an obvious target. I'm little. So I go to the bathroom, clean it out, come back, and the food's there. He ordered steak with roasted bell peppers, which he thought were "nasty" so he played with them until they had the consistency of mammalian afterbirth. We go to the dance, he tries to play with my back (in between the laces), I think to myself, "If he tries anything, I will knee him in the groin." I seriously had my knee ready. The theme was Mardi Gras, so there were beads all around...on the way home in the limo, he threw stolen beads at me again, with the same intention as the Sweet-n-low balls...rrr. Such a night. I think it's hysterically funny now. Prom's this Saturday...this year I'm going in a group with my friend Will, his boyfriend, and our good friend Michelle. I'm tired of the traditional date structure. I figure that hasn't been fun before so I'll go as far away from that as possible...so now I'm in a group with a gay couple and one of my closest friends. And I'm sure it'll be better than frosh cleavage basketball night. Will and Christian and sweet and nice guys...and best of all, I know they won't try anything! I see the three in 36 hours, Meg ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 15:32:21 -0400 (EDT) From: Ginger Nance Subject: woo-hoo Anne! Thank you for the enlightenment. I have been trying to figure out what the heck I'm going to get my mom for Mother's Day, and the past few nights I have gone to bed hungry. As for missing the bus, I think it's my sadness at having to miss Semisonic at the Brewery this weekend, 'cause I'll be home to see Mom. Only a week until Austin! I can't wait! Anyone else gonna be there? Let me know. BFF is really starting to affect my life. My creative writing final (a short story) is titled "Coming Up For Air" (yes, like the Godzilla song) and features characters named Ben and Robert. Yeesh. I feel bad. I write more to the Files than I do to my best friend. Ginger :) Ooooo Ginger Nance ( ) ginger_nance@unc.edu ) ( http://www.unc.edu/~gnance (o) GO HEELS!! ------------------------------ End of The Rockford Files V1 #115 *********************************