This week’s Spin topic is “prom”. Now, if you think I am going to amuse you with pictures of myself way back then, you are sadly mistaken. They would definitely be amusing, but I’d have to dig through too much junk to find them. I will just tell you that I did attend both my junior and senior prom. I did not go to either one with people who asked me, but I asked older boys who had already graduated from my school. I asked one boy that I was crazy about to my junior prom. He didn’t want to spend the money on a tux. I tried to tell myself that he was cheap and it was his loss. Truth was that I was terribly hurt. So, I turned around and did what any revengeful teenage girl would do. I asked his best friend who obliged. No before dinner. No limo. No party after. Just a prom date…no excitement. Then, I took Dirt Man to my senior prom. I plead the fifth on that one. I will just say it was fabulous!
The following pictures are of a few proms my boys attended. Seems like they continued being asked to proms long after they graduated. I finally told them that I would not pay for anymore tux rentals, flowers, dinners, or limos. After I sealed the pocketbook, it only took once for them to find paying for it themselves was not worth it!
The funniest thing I recall about proms happened about fifteen years ago. I used to go out to dinner once a month with a group of other moms. It was a girls night out thing. We went to this really nice Italian restaurant. It was eight or ten of us. What any of us failed to identify ahead of time was that it was prom night. We were amazed at not only the gowns but the bodies in them. These gowns were expensive, sequined and rhinestoned and covered little of their very well-developed bodies. Their prom dresses must have cost small fortunes. I remember going to like JC Penney and paying about $35 way back in the day for mine. And our bodies definitely didn’t look like theirs. Heck, our bodies still didn’t look like theirs. Why couldn’t we have grown up on hormonal- laden milk and meat?! And the tuxedos were no longer ruffled shirts and piped pants. They were smooth and sleek. They all looked exquisite and grown-up. And we were sure with the all night hotel rooms that everyone seems to invest in these days, the sex was a lot more prevalent than in our day. Anyway, we were sitting and drinking and making small talk about their appearances when someone piped up with how time sure changes the perspective of women. She went on to say that those girls had probably manipulated and connived all year long to get that one hot date for prom. She continued that each of us had manipulated and connived all month long just to dump our husbands for one night out! Wow, the times really had changed.