Keep the dippin dots, but blackjack and roulette are played with real money, anyone not dancing, but found standing on the dance floor is immediately kicked out, Juan Raygoza is wreathed in laurels, and floats above the crowd like our religious idol, more pool tables, less ping pong, open bar, guests above 19 are banned; but over 70 are allowed, prom royalty decided by no holds barred fight, get rid of the security checks; replace them with a vibe check, play the national anthem, and for budgeting, don’t supply water; set up rainwater filtration instead, and take out the cups too, let the water go directly into troughs, open the downstairs and office areas so we can explore, bring in the mayor, and her brother too, take away the truancy disqualification, replace it with a fit qualification, more balloons, and fill one with water, I had trouble hearing the music; definitely needed louder speakers, add a ‘white boy corner’ so we can better corral them, get rid of the guys on the balcony they were lowkey scary (pictured below), the hallways in the back should be more maze-like; there wasn’t enough opportunity to explore in general, and play less slow songs, and play better songs in general, and maybe just cut the music, and don’t provide food, or water, or games, or pictures, or bathrooms.
Maybe the gambling and dippin dots were the only good parts. Take notes, Eliza McGlashan.