My tutoring student's prom is at the Waldorf and she is wearing a Roberto Cavalli dress. Being a NYC kid is so fancy. It is so grown up. I bet they spike their punch with Belvedere instead of Pabst. And Afterprom is probably at Lotus rather than Stickybuns Bowling Alley. Ahh, to be a New York City teenager. And they will never understand the beautiful mediocrity of growing up anywhere else.