I had worked up the courage to ask out my prom date whom I had a major crush on. She accepted, everything was fantastic. Got dressed up, drove a '67 Camaro to the prom, got there, my best friend asked my prom date out, she said yes, they disappeared for the rest of the night and the after party.
At the formal dinner the next night, where my family, my best friend's family and my prom date's family all sat at one end of the table and left my high and dry on the other end. I took a walk and nearly jumped off a bridge, saved only by a bottle cap that said "BC Quality".
That night I drank myself stupid with Lamb's, got into a fight with my father, mental breakdown, missed graduation ceremonies for the rest of the weekend as I got segregated away from the rest of the family in a trailer parked in our driveway.
I know what pureed liver feels like.