Ticket Giveaway: Capitol Queer Prom, This Saturday.
This post was written by TNG co-founder Zack. 
Few things are as memory-making for a young homo as highschool prom. While an intrepid few of us may have had the bravery to put on matching tuxes or dresses and take their same-sex significant other, the vast majority probably watched everyone else cavorting and wished they to had a chance to uncomfortably lose their virginity in an IHOP bathroom.
Luckily, DC girl-about-town (and former TNG columnist) Ebone Bell is giving us all a second chance at prom magic. This Saturday is her 3rd annual Capitol Queer Prom. You can read her description below:
Join us for the 3rd Annual Capital Queer Prom, set for Saturday, March 7, 2009, aboard the Spirit of Mount Vernon moonlit Potomac cruise (Waterfront DC). The Capital Queer Prom is a formal gala that was created to give the adult gay and lesbian community a second chance to attend the prom you never had, or relive those high school years, or simply give us a reason to dress up.To win one ticket, simply answer the following question as both a comment and an email to Zack@thenewgay.net. Best answer wins and contest closes at noon on Thursday:
Guests attending the 3rd Annual Capital Queer Prom will enjoy heavy hor’dourves, music & dancing, cash bar, silent auction, prom king & queen, an evening with DC’s finest, and much more!
To plan your prom night and to purchase tickets please visit www.eventboi.com/prom.html.
What is your most traumatic memory of prom?
Good luck!
4 comments:
Not winning Prom Queen because I was nominated for Prom King... go figure.
I dated a girl while in high school that I met at band camp and we had a whirlwind semi-virtual romance my junior year via phone/snail mail. She was funny, beautiful and one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met (and “safe” - she attended a high school about 2 hours from mine. Yes, this gay boy’s girlfriend wasn’t in Canada, she was in Southwest Missouri). As spring approached, she asked if I would be her date for prom and I reluctantly agreed. I drove up that afternoon (in my Jeep Wrangler, no less – hello?), put on my tux and away we went to dinner and the dance. While there, she tried to make out with me, but I put the brakes on that. Then near the end of the evening, she began sucking on my fingers that just freaked me out beyond belief. I remember getting angry and making up some story about not feeling well and needing to go home. Two hours later, I arrived home ending that little cat/mouse game.
We met up a few years later during our college years where I ended up setting her up with a “friend of a friend”. He ended up stealing from her and pawning her clarinet.
This isn't a prom story, and I'm not vying for tickets, but here's a good semi-formal dance disaster.
I went to the winter formal of a girl I'd met through a church youth group. She went to private school "upstate" about an hour away and I didn't know anyone else who went to that school. I got in my suit and headed up to her house. Over the course of the dinner with a group of her friends, I slowly realized that my date was hot for some guy who'd graduated the year before and was attending the dinner/dance as the friend-guest of a friend of my date. Turns out, her crush was also crushing on her, and I spent the ENTIRE DANCE all by myself, walking around alone feeling like a piece of shit.
When the dance finally ended, I got dragged to some awful motel suite across state lines where everyone except for me got really drunk off of cheap beer. I tried to quietly fall asleep in the corner, which finally worked. I woke up the next morning to find a hot steamy pile of shit about 1 foot from my face. Some awful drunk girl had taken a dump on the floor and then passed out next to it with her pants down. Everyone thought I'd had sex with her.
Oh god. Michael, that is the worst thing I have ever heard. If you weren't a TNG employee...
But luckily, SingleLady's is pretty damn bad too. You win, SingleLady!
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