Fun With Self-Indulgent Nostalgia!

Today I was looking through photographs taken while I was gone. A bunch of family events now have visuals, which is cool. When I was done with that I had a look at the video shelf, which holds a bunch of videos taken over the last fifteen years or so.
And I find one entitled ‘Morgan and Katrina (Pre-Ball)’.
Oh my god. I remember that night.
I put it in and watch it and after about one minute I am laughing so hard that I can’t breathe properly. It’s agony, it’s beautiful, it’s so amazing to see… oh, man.
Katrina was my first girlfriend, but this was long before we were going out. I barely knew her at the time – just before her big 7th-form ball, the guy she was going with had to pull out and I was the friend-of-a-friend ring-in. But hey, I was up for it. Why the hell not?
It’s late in ’92, I’m 16 years old. The video is taken at my place, where the picking-me-up process had all gone a bit wrong. Because everyone wanted to see the girl in the dress, and me in the tux, and somehow everyone ended up inside and kind of got stuck there.
It all takes place in our front room, and it’s a whole lot of lovely happy chat, but it’s not me or Katrina doing the chatting. It’s our parents, both sets, plus my grandparents. And hey, my sisters are both in there as well, gawking away for all they’re worth, and look! My baby sister’s friend is there too! And I think my brother was in there for part of it. We have, like, an audience of eight people. A freaking audience.
I’m standing by the door, in my tuxedo (which was Percy’s actually and somehow fit me quite well), in absolute agony. In agony. I just want to be gone. Can I please be gone? I don’t know how to stand. I’m trying to find a place to put my hands and I have this weird please-lord-strike-me-dead look on my face, a needles-in-the-eye-would-be-preferable-actually-go-on-STICKMESTICKMENOW sort of look.
And it just goes on and on and on. And then on some more. And I’m in agony the whole time.
It’s like this: the camera shows the families chatting, and then the camera pans up to show me dying there. And then it goes back to the family. And then it goes back to me, where if you look carefully you can see me trying to use my psychic powers to explode my head or something so I don’t have to stand there one second longer.
And, of course, the camera shows Katrina, too. She looks absolutely stunning, which I remember didn’t help matters (SO out of my league). Not to mention the fact that I hardly knew her, and I sure wasn’t going to do the getting-to-know-you song and dance in front of the families. Although with her dad and Percy talking railways there was no chance for us to do anything but stand there and listen. And stand there. And listen.
Early in the video she pulls on her coat, but the hint didn’t drop too well because five minutes later we’re both still in exactly the same place. I know she was wanting to get the hell out of there too but you’d never know it to look at her – she’s got that actor/dancer thing happening, with the happy smile and the not-freaked-by-people-staring attitude, and