Ah, Venice. My high school prom. That magic night when the gym was decorated so that it looked just like the Piazza San Marco. The gondoliers skimming their gondolas past the bleachers, the "Bridge of Sighs" by the basketball nets -- how can I ever forget? And when the evening was over and my date made the evening so very "special" in a very personal and intimate and physical way, the way she shook my hank goodnight...ah, Venice. The bill the Senior Class received the next Monday to replace the gym floor where the water had ruined it....