Who the heck knew a Prom could be so much freaking fun?

I sure didn’t. 

I was expecting a good time, of course, since I know those Sanford & Son Middle Floor Merchants throw a great party.

But “great party” doesn’t even begin to cover the extent of the fun that I had at “One Night in Bangkok” last night. I got my socks rocked off, laughed my ass off, chatted my mouth tired, and danced my legs down to the knees (sorry to steal your words, Morrissey, but they just fit).

Highlights were too numerous to mention in entirety, fabulous friends many and varied, and fun moments and conversational snippets plentiful, but here’s a short list of my favorites of each:

Oh my God, Girl Trouble kicks ass.  Their garage infused, hard charging, straight ahead, good times, tightly woven rock and roll made my jaw drop, and they’re my new crush. And then, there was the “Wow, Wow, Wow, The Fucking Eagles Fucking Rock” factor. I had heard all kinds of rumors about how great both bands were, and I kind of smiled and nodded because, typically, I’m not a real live-music loving girl (I tend to be the whiner at the back going, “it’s so loud,”), but today as I woke up with my ears ringing I just had to smile and say, Yeah, baby.

DJ Tony Rice injected infectious grooves between band sets and into the wee hours.  Thanks for the '70s soul grooves DJ Rice! 

Melanie and Ebony outfitted some of the best dressed of the evening, Jenny Fab, Tracy Marie, Megan Underground, KAke: you..look…marvelous! Of course my own pink confection ripped out at the zipper but, meh, I got what I paid for ($9.99, Bargain World). Mindy Barker had my original dress choice (and she wore it very well, I have to say) Now I know what I must do for future events and wardrobe pieces that will make my heart sing and make me the envy of fashionista friends: Vanity, oh Vanity. And Ebony, are you opening a new shop soon? Please!

Though there were no chaperones for the evening, there were several hipster parents healthily enjoying themselves, among whom were Renee’s, Gretchen’s mom, and Mindy and Carrie Barker’s mom.

The punch was, by all accounts, lethal.  I stuck to a secret red wine (mmm, Petite Syrah, a nice one!) stashed away for me by Amazing Mike from Stadium Bistro; the Petes were also in the house, with Chef Pete smiling his happy smile and being just all kinds of Prom crush-worthy.

Did you hear that? There was some baby-talking in the air.  Whee! Babies are fun!

Did you hear that? The Prom King and Queen â€" Cheryl And Alan Gorscuh â€" might have been a rigged thing, but hey â€" if you can coordinate boutonniere, classic car, footwear and gown, you deserve to be royalty.  I heard rumblings that the sentimental favorites for king and Queen were the KAke and the robin’s-egg blue man on her arm (so sorry I spilled red wine on your white trousers and white and blue shoes, dude).

Did you hear that? Oh, wait that’s just my ears ringing.

I think I’ll go back to bed smiling, remembering the best prom ever. â€" Jessica Corey-Butler