You dropped a prom on me, baby
OK, so it’s taken a bit longer than I expected to file my report from Saturday’s Brewhaus prom. I had to be at work at early Sunday, which caused me to crash out early Sunday night.
The truth is that there’s not much to report. It pretty much was your average night out at Brewhaus, except most of the people in attendance were dressed up, in varying degrees of formality/silliness. Mrs. C and I leaned toward the latter.
We were totally petrified before going in, mostly because of the way we were dressed.
I also felt a bit tool-like simply because I was a decade older than most of the peeps in there. See, I used to be With It. Then they changed “It” was. And what is “It” seems weird and scary to me.
Probably the most intriguing aspect of the evening was that we unknowingly sat next to Dave of The Eleventh Hour the entire evening. The following photo may or not contain his image:
At various points during the evening, I’d just stick my camera up in the air and wave it around like I just didn’t care and take random photos. The 1.5 dudes and the one arm at the bottom of the photo were at the table next to us, where Dave was sitting.
There was a prom king and queen named (not us), and if they had an award for best outfit, the dude at right would have been a lock.
As far as I could tell, he just had a regular suit on. But that hat is powerfully awesome. I found myself unable to not say “Arrrrhh!” every time he walked by.
Entertainment for the evening was provided by The Damwell Betters, who are fine musicians and whose music is quite good. But Brewhaus is just too small for live music to be that loud. Turn that noise down, you kids!
More photos from the evening will eventually find their way to Flickr. But you’re just going to have to be patient for now.
