Do you see the signs around your town? The limos, the party buses, the groups of well-dressed teenagers waiting for tables at the local restaurants? As surely as birds singing and flowers blooming it’s spring…and prom season.
I love to catch sight of the prom-goers. The girls’ hair is magnificent these days. Loops and braids and half-updos. All day Saturday at my local department store, the young women are sitting on stools at the make-up counters getting their faces done so that seventeen looks like…cover model. So fun!
And the dresses! (Sorry, I pay little attention to what the boys are wearing.) Short, long, strapless, halter, all lovely. The shoes blow my mind as well. Four-inch heels, people. A person in the know tells me that all the girls bring a second pair to actually walk and dance in. They only hope to make it into prom in the wildly exotic footwear.
We had a party last Saturday night that turned into great fun when we started swapping prom stories. Two married couples were in attendance who had actually been prom dates with their now-spouses! My prom tale: My date’s dad had let him borrow his very expensive and beautiful Cadillac for the night. As we left one house where we’d taken pictures to go on to the restaurant, we were following part of our group in another car. You guessed it, less than an hour into our big night, when they suddenly braked ahead of us, we crashed into them. Nobody was hurt, nothing was damaged, except for the grill of the fancy car–and probably the mood of my poor date. Another woman at our party told her story: She got a call during prom season from “Daniel.” (Excitement, she had a big crush on “Daniel.”) He asked her to prom and she said an ecstatic yes!…and then realized it was a different Dan than the one she had eyes for. All’s well that ends well, though, he’s now her husband and father of her four sons!
Do you have a good prom story? Does remember your dress make you shudder? Or your date? Enjoy your Memorial Day, everyone.