Prom.

Recently NUIM (National University of Ireland at Maynooth) threw what was advertised as an "American Prom!" Needless to say, we got pretty excited about the concept! The whole gang, french, german, irish, american, everyone, went together! Even though the advertised three course dinner wasn't great, there weren't enough chairs so we were all fairly separated, and the 2 live bands turned out to be someone's brother's garage band who only knew two Jimmy Hendrix songs, we had a good time.


Unfortunately, and this isn't accurately captured in the pictures, Ben, my escort, lived the American prom nightmare - he broke his leg the morning of the prom. We all thought he only sprained his ankle playing soccer that morning. He spent the day icing his leg and using crutches. He even managed to take an exam that afternoon, not knowing he'd actually broken his fibula. That night he insisted that he felt well enough to go to the prom, which I think he did because he thought it was important for me. The next morning I was woken up by a phone call at around 8. Ben said he thought he needed to go to the hospital because his leg felt worse, and looked significantly worse. We left immediately, and I spent the next three days at the emergency room where he was admitted as he got surgery on his broken leg and got a cast put on. Poor thing! He definitely gets the award for the most dedicated prom date, both here in Ireland and in my entire prom history!