In '80s movies, no social situation brims with more potential trauma than a prom. And director John Hughes has retroactively ruined the event — and the decade — for us all by setting parts of his movies at the iconic school dance. (That sadist.) Hughes is why you're still waiting for Jake Ryan, why you want to smoke doobage with Bender, and why you pray that Blaine ("That's a major appliance, not a name!") will justify your sorry thrift-store existence with an invitation to the big dance. Show Hughes you aren't scared, though, by attending an '80s Prom at the Gramophone and getting down to the Mandonnas (a.k.a. "St. Louis' Own All-Male Madonna Tribute") with zero drama. And, hey, don't you forget about me: If you run into Lloyd Dobler, be a pal and slip him my digits.
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