What about prom, Blane?

Prom is one of those things they build up soooo much--for such a harsh let down. I remember the guys were more "whatever" and waiting for the afterparty, the girls were spending a lot of time taking mental notes for the post-afterparty snarkfest, and ohmygod the line for pictures was insane. You spent half the night waiting to get your picture taken.

However let down I was, at least I didn't

Wear this:

Cuz I love me some Molly Ringwald, and I love that she went to the dance to show them that they couldn't break her, but I really hated that freaking dress.

And while my school had its share of wackiness, prom never ended like this:

or

And, thankfully, nobody placed cruel bets on me (shame on you Freddie Prinze Jr.):

I didn't pee my pant after being completely mortified:

And I didn't show up in my mathletes uniform:

Know what else, though? I think the reason I kept going, and the reason we keep watching these movies is because we hope to have this moment:

Cuz isn't this really what it's all about?