Flashback Friday: Prom Edition
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Spring is in the air. It’s the waning weeks of the school year. That can only mean one thing – school dances!
I know an area high school hosted their prom last week (yeah – on Good Friday…sounds weird to me) and other area schools are gearing up for the festivities, too. When see all the prep for prom, I can’t help but chuckle because I always think of what Dad told me about prom. And as I get further I get from my own prom experience, the more I think Dad was right. There are some exceptions, though. Like my Junior Prom
It’s a long story, but I’ll try to give you the super-abridged, Cliff’s Notes version (with sound effects!). My girlfriend at the time and I started dating sometime in April. We really wanted to go to prom with each other (duh), but she’d already committed to going with a common friend of ours (d’oh!). She didn’t want to break her commitment to him so late in the game, so we came up with a plan: we’d double date. She’d continue to go with him as his official date. I’d go with another common friend of ours as my official date. If we couldn’t spend prom together as an official couple, we figured the next-best thing would be to spend it together with other people. At least we’d be ‘with’ each other – even though we weren’t ‘with’ each other (huh?).
It sounded like a feasible plan. We decided to keep our couplehood a secret until after prom because…well…I’m not sure why. I just know we didn’t tell anyone. Maybe we didn’t want the other people in our party to feel awkward. Of course, it was pretty awkward for us, but that didn’t matter.
So we went to prom. One big, happy group.
And we had a good time.
We did a pretty good job keeping our couplehood a secret. Until we danced together towards the end of the evening. We thought we were hidden from the other couple so we snuck a little kiss (awww….).
They saw us.
Fortunately, they were cool with it. In fact, they kept playing along with the whole facade throughout the rest of the night. We didn’t even know they knew until school the following week.
I’d like to say that everything turned out happily ever after and that the other people in our party wound up dating each other and they got married as high school sweethearts. That would be a pretty cool story, right?
Of course, that didn’t happen. It rarely happens. And in the end, things really did turn out happily ever after because I met Christy three years later (awww…how sappy!). But she didn’t have anything to do with prom, so that’s another story for another time (wait…I’ve told this one before. Remember, I’m not a stalker!).
But even with all of that prom drama, the actual dance wasn’t that memorable for me. Yet again, there was a whole lot of hype surrounding the event but the actual prom kind of left me thinking, “That’s it?”
Yet again, Dad knew what he was talking about (shhhh! Don’t tell him that!).
What about you? Any drama surrounding your prom story (or stories)?
In addition to it being prom time, there’s another important dance going on tonight. It’s the annual Father-Daughter Dance at Aly’s school. She went to bed last night excited about it. She woke up this morning excited about it. Somehow, I doubt there’ll be nearly as much drama as I had at my proms.
Let’s hope not.
Because it’s prom time and tonight’s the Father-Daughter Dance, the only fitting song for this week’s installment of Flashback Friday comes from Whitney Houston…
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So what was it that your Dad told you about Prom?
D’oh!
Guess I goofed up that link. It’s fixed now.
http://mattdantodd.wordpress.com/2008/05/03/the-derby-prom/
That makes more sense.
Your dad was right about both. My date left me for a man at my junior prom.(No,I didn’t know he was gay when I asked him!I didn’t find out until years later what he was doing when he was gone few those few hours.)But I looked and felt beautiful,if that counts for something!
I have also been to the Derby.It washot,I saw about 3 seconds of the race from the infield and was repeatedly asked things like “Is it okay if I pee through the fence here?(No,it was not,thankyouverymuch.)
Now I can say I’ve been to both, and can definetlysay I won’t go back to either again!
Bravo, Melissa! You’ve rendered me speechless.
That’s quite an accomplishment since I get paid to talk for a living. š