Shiat...

Today was a long day at work. I don't know why that is, exactly, it just seemed fairly long. The Wal-Mart Photo Lab is a good summer gig,so far as summer gigs go, but you know, I am sick and tired of working summer jobs in retail and shit. The more I have a taste of actual jobs which don't lick sack the less I can tolerate Wal-Mart customers.

First off, I get to work today to discover that last night was Lockport's prom. This is weird for a number of reasons.

1) It is fucking June. It is fucking June 26th, for that matter. Prom is not supposed to be in June. It is supposed to be in early May. Late April is legit. Not June. Its so fucking hot in June, you don't want to go around in dresses and tuxes in June. Notably, it is likely that I will get married in June and I am quite certain that Katie's wedding dress will be a little heavier and hotter than a prom dress, but still. Its June.

2) These kiditos graduate on Saturday. You heard me right bucko. Saturday. They have prom last night, they graduate on Saturday. What the fuck, you arent supposed to have two major events at the end of high school within like three days. What about all the kids who were getting drunk and laid last night. They are supposed to recover from that party and prepare for the graduation parties with only like 2 nights off. This is not fair, I mean, these kids are amateurs. They haven't partied like rock stars their whole lives. I mean, they aren't even like high school kids in somewhere cool. Its a rural esque suburb of Buffalo, it may be physically impossible to get more lame. Weak.

3) Last night was WEDNESDAY. These poor fucks had their prom on WEDNESDAY!!! You do not have your prom on WEDNESDAY. Prom is on Saturday. I mean, I guess you can make the argument that Prom should be on Friday, or at least can legitimately be on Friday. Who has prom in the middle of the week. Yes, shit is cheaper, ballrooms and limos and so forth. But come on, its Prom, not a K-Mart Danceathon. Its supposed to be this extra-special experience that simulates a classy affair though the kids are still in high school. Suck it up and kick out the extra 200 bucks to book the Marriot ballroom on a weekend. The Amherst KCs can just use the Community Center.

Regardless, the day after prom people bring in assloads of pictures. There are so many pictures for a number of reasons. The largest reason is that everyone takes them. By that I mean everyone and their parents. Before the prom you have the pictures of the whole group, the individual couples, the individual members of those couples. The women doing their hair, the women pulling up their dresses to show off their garters. Ususally everyone standing along a staircase. Blah blah blah. Then at least one of the women in the party brings a camera with them. Hence, there is at least a roll of film in the limo. Then you get to the whole prom thing and they hand you a crappy disposable camera in your glittery silver favor bag and people take pictures of their girlfriends with their bowties on and all their friends smacking their own butts to Sir Mixalot.

So I developed like 200 rolls of prom film today, and I have many observations about the whole activity of prom. I will get to them soon, but the pizza is here now. Thank you Papa Leo. Thank you.

Peace,

MB-K