Trash Prom was a success! I don't think I've been that intoxicated in a long time. I don't even remember how or who got me home safely but thank you. I woke up in my dress with my hair plastered to my face, not a good look.
Sally, we have to throw another party this weekend for Romi before she becomes a salty bitch. Maybe Saturday, after the Quidditch matches? I don't give a single care about who wins, my galleons are on that fine, big-headed Announcer. Announce me, future baby daddy. Damn. Got a girl looking thirsty as hell.