My most vivid memory of a prom night was the blue lights and road block from a flipped convertible a bunch of prom goers were riding in on their way to an after party. Killed one of the debutantes and generally ruined things for the other passengers.
Sorry to hear that. That is a horrible memory. I ended up going twice. Once to my own and once with a girl in the class following mine. It really wasn’t a big deal and I most certainly would not have cried if I hadn’t went. I saw girls who went alone.