My prom in 2004 was to be that fairy-tale we all dream about. My dress, a figure fitting ivory gown, was selected months in advance. My dream date asks me out. The day of the prom, I get all dressed up. The limo picks me up first to take me to my date's house. I get out and start talking with his parents. I look over and see my boss, who is way cool, heading into her back yard two doors down. I start walking across the grass to show off my dress to her. When I reach the first driveway, disaster. The driveway had just been tarred not 20 minutes ago. I slid down on my back side, then fell face first trying to get up. My $340 dress, $75 shoes, and $120 day at the salon were a black, smelly, gooey mess. If that were'nt bad enough, 6 of my classmates came down the street just then and saw me. One took a picture and showed it around for awhile. It took my mom six hours to get the tar out of my blonde hair with gasoline.