New Times Broward-Palm Beach Calendar Editor Mickie Centrone attends and details some of the finest -- and occasionally subpar -- events from a given week. On Sunday, she crashed "Respectable Street's 5th Ever Cheesy '80s Prom" in West Palm Beach.
At "Respectable Street's 5th Ever Cheesy '80s Prom," I failed as an '80s teenager working for the school newspaper. It was too beautiful of a moment not to fuck up this assignment. I didn't want to annoy my fellow
drunks students. And why get me to work? If teenagers from the '80s had cell phones, how would they bitch?
(By the way: Do any of you have pictures I can borrow so I don't totally fail?)
11:18 p.m.: (954): Just arrived. Why do I always feel like drinking my
face off when I am inside Respectable Street?
11:19 p.m.: (954): There is a guy fake-singing every song into his
hand-mic on the stage. No fake backing band. It is so amazing not to feel embarrassment like that.
11:20 p.m.: (954): The majority of men all ripped off Stef's linen jackets in Pretty in Pink. Linen. Jackets. Some guys
are wearing head sweatbands. Doesn't look cool. This girl dressed up as Madonna will not
be singing "Like a Virgin" tonight.
11:22 p.m.: (954): The punch is bittersweet. The person who spiked it is *not* a true alcoholic.
1:29 a.m.: (954): I said to myself that I was only going to set down my
notepad just for a minute, that after a drink or two (or 27), I'll start
working. When I went back to my notepad, it was thrown away.
1:31 a.m.: (954): I really wish I could take a picture of this guy with a lit-up lobster mask on.
1:40 a.m.: (954): Yes, Duckie's in the house. I danced with him. Is that even a win?
1:44: a.m.: (954): Each time I heard "I died in your arms tonight," I collapsed on the cushion, falling backwards with my arms out. It was
1:45 a.m.: (954): Really happy my bff is the guy who has a rolled-up
dollar bill dangling from his nose. It's just hanging there, so majestically.
1:45 a.m.: (954): Haha, he stormed off to the bar because "Summer of '69" was cut off for another song. Sweet justice.
1:49: a.m.: (954): His Bryan Adams obsesh causes so much drama at times.
The DJ's playing "Summer of '69" again. I would tell him... buuuut... Damn he hears it, and he's running back outside, with no drink in hand. Sobriety, you win
1:50 a.m.: (954): I should really interview the Prom King, but I really
can't endorse REO Speedwagon hair like that. I'm totally gonna fail
because this guy looks like an ass.
1:51 a.m.: (954): Be the total slacker.
1:52 a.m.: (954): Other guy up for prom king was a total douche but a cutie!
2:12 a.m.: (954): "Send Me an Angel" is playing. You can just feel everyone's heart shedding a tear on the dance floor, and, for a second, I thought I could jump off this table