My friends and I were bad Friday night.
We were sitting on the deck of a local restaurant, enjoying happy hour, and minding our own business when something sparkly caught our eye.
A prom dress!
We cheered the couples as they made their way to dinner. They all played along with the old folks, bowing and strutting and generally being good sports. I believe they all realized that in 21 years, they might just be us.
Anyway, it all started out as good fun. The couples were beautifully dressed, the boys seemed to have manners, and we were a pleased audience. But before long, our role evolved from audience to judges. We were like Simon Cowell.
"Why is she carrying that giant bag? Doesn't she know that's what evening purses are for?"
"His shirt is untucked. Unforgivable."
"Is she smoking? Who smokes in prom dress? How ugly is that?"*
"He didn't open the door for her! His momma owes him a lesson in manners!"
*I really don't understand the smoking thing. Not in general, I just mean, could they not put down the cigarette for a couple of hours? It just looked tacky. I wonder, do they think it's glamorous?
Okay. So I feel a little bad for raining on the prom parade, so I figured if I could dish it, I should be able to take it.
Here it is--in all its Golden Glory. My prom picture:
The year? 1987
The date? A very good friend of mine
The style? Madonna meets gold lamé
The hair? Sigh. I have no answer.
Last year was my 20 year reunion. Scottie and I posed for a picture again.
Here we are, 20 years and 20 *koff* pounds heavier...
To all the prom dates out there--enjoy your night. I did. And don't let some old fogies heckle you. They had their night a long time ago--it's your turn now.