Dungeons & Dragons.

MTV.

Something nice like a luau or a futuristic theme or maybe something with stars.

The Upside Down.

My First Dance.

Is staying at home a theme?

Why does it need a theme?

My comfiest pajamas.

My work uniform. I didn’t have time to change.

Same thing I always wear, my birthday suit.

Tight jeans, a t-shirt and a stylish windbreaker jacket.

A pretty polka dot dress I borrowed from a friend.

An old dress I pulled from the back of my closet.

A suit my mom picked out.

My gun. Just in case.

A backpack with anything I might need while I’m there.

My coolest sunglasses and Farah Fawcett hairspray.

A piece of jewelry with sentimental value.

I like practical accessories like my glasses and a watch.

Don't need one.

My favorite Nike’s.

A pair of comfortable flats that match my dress.

I’ll probably be wearing my slippers that night.

Same shoes I always wear.

I generally prefer being barefoot.

My sneakers.

This guy I like.

I don’t need a date.

My girlfriend.

The cast of Happy Days and my couch are all the company I need.

Probably my pet demodog. He doesn’t like when I leave him alone.

No flowers. Flowers aren’t cool.

Why would a Dungeons & Dragons dance have flowers?

Something reasonably priced like carnations and baby’s breath.

I’ve got some Anemones, Delphiniums and Gladiolus in the garden.

Daffodils and daisies and sunflowers and tulips.

I have no idea.

Classics like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and the Beach Boys.

Dance music, new wave, disco, rock, pop, punk, I love it all.

The Bangles, The Cure, David Bowie, Joy Division.

I like the sound of people screaming.

Jim Croce.

Madonna, Michael Jackson, Prince and The Police.

Weird Al Yankovic, Devo and They Might Be Giants.

Neon lights, lots of screens with videos playing and there’s a fog machine.

They’re alright.

Lots of lights and artwork the students made.

My house is pretty boring.

Tasty.

Stunning.

I’ve got a carton of ice cream in the freezer at home with my name on it.

Waffles.

A candy bar buffet.

Stuff from the food court at the mall.

A sandwich buffet and maybe some boxes of doughnuts.

Something practical and inexpensive like PB&J sandwiches.

Humans.

The punch at the refreshment table.

Coca-Cola.

I might have snuck in a few beers.

I’ll probably have a nice mug of warm tea before going to bed.

Soda.

Blood.

I AM the chaperone.

I would say I’m the one menacing them.

If by “chaperones,” you mean “family,” no, not really. I mostly ignore them.

They keep a pretty close eye on me.

Not really.

To my cabin for some quiet time.

Another dimension.

I bike to the nearest diner with my friends.

I take my date for a drive.

Home. I’ve got stuff I need to do.

Technically, I never left my house.