My youngest pirate mate Pinky recently attended a middle-school dance. Nothing as major as a Prom, or Senior Ball, or Homecoming Dance. But still major enough to warrant a shopping trip for dress and shoes, along with a salon excursion for nails and hair. Going with a small army of friends and dancing with a boy is big time at any age. It takes work and preparation. The whole thing made me realize that school is winding down and so is prom season.
Most everyone who attended high school has a prom story…many of them right out of scary ‘Carrie’! It’s pretty easy for guys. Rent a tux, wear a suit, polish your shoes, comb your hair (or mousse it into the stratosphere), and show up on time with flowers or corsage and try to make eye contact with her fearsome father. And make sure you’ve cleaned the mountain of garbage out of the car and put in a fresh pine scent. It’s such another story for girls.
It’s all about the dress! And making sure someone else doesn’t show up in the exact same outfit. Major fail! Getting the perfect shoes…other girls will notice. Even the clutch has to be just right…big enough to hold emergency bobbie pins, mints, smacker lip gloss, refresher perfume, and cell-phone…but small enough to be daintily finger gripped in hand. (I recently discovered they make holstered garters for mobiles. How sexy is that?) Getting hair and nails just right is a big part of the process. She’s the show and the boy is a side bar of the adornment. The rite of passage.
My prom story is familiar. Ask girlfriend to prom. Girlfriend says yes. But there’s a snag. Girlfriend’s bestie isn’t allowed to go to prom because of strict religious father. My job is to pick up girlfriend first. We take turns backseat changing into casual clothes. We go to bestie’s house in pretext of going to a baseball game. Pick up bestie. I drive while girls do a remarkable backseat change into prom clothes. I fail in promise not to peek. Switch drivers while I do backseat change. Don’t care if they peek…I’m proud! Meet bestie’s secret boyfriend at dance. Have great time…even dance with bestie. Later we head back home. Drop girlfriend off first while still in prom clothes. Do the alternating backseat change back into casual outfit with bestie. Fail again in promise not to peek. I’m beginning to crush on bestie. Drop bestie off at her home. Bestie’s father takes note that my sweater is on backwards and we don’t remember much about the game. Hell to pay!! Not allowed to see bestie again. Girlfriend positively toxic towards me. Ah, good times.
Hope your prom story was cool! And if you haven’t been to one yet just remember the most important thing to know is that it’s all about her. And maybe her bestie!