I don’t know how it is in your town, but prom season is in full swing here. Prom pictures have been blowing up my Facebook news feed, prom sales have been advertised on the radio, and I even saw some kids pull over on the highway to take prom pictures in the grassy area to the side of the road. (That’s not normal.) All this promishness got me nostalgic for mine back in the day.
I loved prom! Stephen was my dates (obvs). For fun (and to mix things up a bit) we decided not to tell each other what we were going to wear. (Unlike homecoming. We intentionally went matchy-matchy to homecoming twice.) It was so fun to reveal our prom ensembles to each other on the day of. (Confession: I’m wearing my prom dress as I type this. No, it doesn’t fit. No, I don’t care; I’ll wear it anyway!)
Stephen had been in charge of getting the limo for the group that we were going to prom with. Everyone in the group wanted a black limo, but I thought we should get a white one (because it’d look better with my dress!). I vividly remember Stephen telling the group that the limo place was all out of black limos and only had white. The true story is that he requested white for me! My hero! (Go figure, I only have one limo picture of us, and you can’t even tell that it’s white!)
We went out to dinner at a place called Maguire’s and then to the dance at the Hotel Intercontinental. Stephen and I danced the entire time we were there. (What else is there to do at prom, anyway?) We weren’t very good dancers, but we didn’t care. (Well, maybe he cared, but I sure didn’t.)
Post-prom we changed and drove up to the school. Every year the high school has a post-prom party with prizes and music and games. The idea is for kids to go there instead of off doing naughty or dangerous things. Post-post-prom, we went to my friend Scott’s house to sleep. His place was always the go-to sleep over house. (Don’t worry, there weren’t that many co-ed sleepovers in high school, just after dances and for new years.) In the morning (afternoon?) Stephen and I went to the movies and saw X-men 2. (I remember there being no one in the theater and the two of us eating Taco Bell burritos that I had shoved in my purse.)
And that was my prom! Wouldn’t change a thing. Tell me a thing or two about your prom! Did you dance? What’d you do post-prom? Was it fun or lame? My prom gets two thumbs up!*