Prom night last night. The best ever. The end.

I can barely remember a better night, and that's not just because my memory sucks.

I spent from 2 getting ready for it. I've never been so tedious on my makeup in my entire life. I was also surprised how well I fit into my dress, considering it was form-fitting and strapless. Instead of nervous I was excited all day. We finally left, and it was raining bad. Luckily the rain had started north and was moving south so we got to drive out of it.

When we got to his house, he was all ready to go in tux and bow tie. We had to suffer through so many pictures we were both seeing white spots for half an hour afterwards. He had said he had a surprise for me that night, but I never thought it would be a limo. He'd gotten a limo to drive us around all evening. It was so amazing.

The dance wasn't bad. I didn't know anyone there, because it was at his school, but that was fine, because he was there. We found a table near the back with one of his friends, Kevin. Kevin? Oh boy. What a weird kid. He would have gotten along perfectly with my friend Stef. The food wasn't bad, either. Lasagna and rice that tasted like soap - but oddly enough it was good soap. We had fun laughing at all the pimps and hoes. His school's full of 'em. There were plenty of gangsta hats and pimp hats and pimp sticks too. Plus all the girls' dresses looked the same. All the blue ones looked the same. All the pink ones looked the same. All the purple ones looked the same. Even the crazy dressed made entirely out of sequins looked the same, despite colour. It was hilarious.

Their school had two gyms - rich school much - and we got our picture taken in one. Then the dancing. Oh boy, the dancing. Both of us are white so it didn't really matter how we danced, but it was fun all the same. I had some inspiration to dance from watching belly dancers all that morning...

It was so awing how we just both did, at the same time. We danced, then almost at the same time we'd both pause, and agree on taking a small break so we didn't collapse from fatigue. We did this at least three times, and each time there were no arguments. After the prom was officially over (we got t-shirts with the prom name and school name on it - talk about a richer school than mine!), we rode the limo back to his house to get changed for the after-prom, which started at midnight in a bowling alley called Stonehenge. That was fun, all except for the part where I wiped out. I'd never been bowling before, and I didn't stop in time, went over the line, and totally wiped out. My elbow still aches but it was so much fun anyway. We chilled for a while, and then went out for an early breakfast at Ihop. It was the last time we were going to be alone together. His dad drove me home, and we said good bye in my room, and he left. I managed a shower before I collapsed into bed.

Just can't imagine how the night could have gone more perfectly. I got up just an hour ago, when he called me to chat again. I just can't believe how well it went, and how much fun I had. We had. It was so amazing.

The best time I ever had. I wish it could have lasted longer. The next time we get to see each other is next weekend, which is the play. He's coming down to see it, and then we plan to go see Iron Man after that. Hours alone to cuddle in a theatre.

It's odd, because the last time I rode in a limo was at my granpa's funeral. Odder still, I met him through the funeral. It's ironic and sad in a way, but in another way it makes me smile. It's just like my granp. To leave behind something that would keep me happy after he was gone. It's the only good thing that I can honestly say came from his death.

Best night ever. The end.