Friday, May 25, 2018
It is that time of year where high school kids all over are preparing for Prom Night. Ah yes, Prom Night, the greatest night of a young teens life. You get dressed up for a date with your best girl for a night like no other. Music, dancing, fancy decorations, and good friends, it is an exciting night for sure.
Expectations are high for Prom Night. You might sneak in a little booze. You might get lucky. All you hear from others about Prom Nights past is exciting. There are stories of all-nighters, sleeping on the beach, getting hammered and getting lucky.
Mrs. C was talking about her Prom Night the other day. She claims she got stuck at the loser’s table with a date who had girlfriend…not her. Apparently, the night was not good.
I remember my Prom experience well. As I recall in those days and probably still true today, to get a date for Prom Night you had to ask the girl early. I had dated a nice young lady a few times and by February I knew I had to ask her for Prom Night or she would have another and probably better offer.
I had a date, but by March we were not talking. I don’t remember why, nothing horrible. I think maybe it was because she was super smart and I was something less than super smart…not even almost super smart.
I figured since we were not even talking, that’s it, I would not be going to Prom Night. Truth be told I was fine with that; not happy but resigned to it.
Two weeks before Prom Night I got a call from this young lady telling me the color of her dress and asking what time I would be picking her up. I told her I assumed we would not be going to Prom Night.
I received an earful.
“No way, this is Prom Night, I am not missing out on it!”
She would rather go to Prom with someone she was not even talking to than not go at all.
Apparently, Prom Night to a teenage girl is like Disney World to a three-year-old. Expectations are high, higher than can possibly be met, but going is important no matter what.
Surprisingly It turned out great. We had fun at a pre-Prom dinner and there was a spark. I scored some booze during Prom and afterwards we went to the shore and spent the night on the beach where we both got hammered and I got lucky!
Well all of that happened except for the scoring booze and getting hammered.
And spending the night on the beach.
And getting lucky.Actually, we didn’t talk to each other through dinner or Prom. Carrie had a better Prom than I did. I was home before Johnny Carson finished his monolog.
Still, on further reflection I would have to say I had more fun on Prom Night than on any trip to Disney World.