Over the weekend, I happened to be shopping in one of those big box stores (I have been unsuccessful in finding an independently owned hardware store in Philly) and I heard a song that I haven't heard in a very long time.
The song took me back to my junior year in high school (1992) when my classmates and I were debating which song would be our 'prom song'. I was a strong advocate for the U2 song 'One', and while, in retrospect, I would admit that it was not the most appropriate song; I stand by my assertion that 'One' was a pretty kick-ass song.
Unfortunately I did not win the argument, instead my classmates picked a song that was supposed to celebrate the non-romantic aspects of prom- A song that would deter dance floor 'make-out sessions'.
So, when prom night came my entire junior class sat in rapt attention as we waited for the dancing to begin. All of us males in our tacky rented tuxedos and the females in their overpriced prom gowns patiently waited for the music to begin. Yet, we kept waiting...and waiting...until we all came to the realization that the DJ was not going to show up. There we were, a mob of amped up hormone machines with no music to dance to- more importantly- no prom song to dance to. What was the song?
This was it.
It doesn't get any more ironic then that.
3 comments:
That's horrible that the DJ never came. What about your date? I hope he didn't stand you up as well...
He? You know full well I took your mom to my prom.
Your Mom is slightly less attractive than the average woman in her age bracket!
Sorry, I can't resist a little trash-talk session.
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