Thursday, May 31, 2007

Prom Night

I saw my senior prom date's sister the other day and got to thinking back to prom night those hundreds of years ago when I was young.

My date and I were sort of friends but didn't decide to go to the prom together until a couple of days before the event. Up until the year before this the prom had always been held in the high school gym, with the classes decorating it and so forth, but now it was taking place some twenty miles away in a Holiday Inn. They gave out maps with directions from the school, so no one would get lost. Having successfully navigated my way to my date's house I was feeling a little less nervous than I had been, because it was the first time I'd been there, and she lived out in the sticks - as did I, but her sticks were many miles on the other side of the county from mine. Back then I was shy and not yet aware of how truly scatterbrained even the smartest of the female species can be, so when she said something like "It's easy to get there, just go through this town and it's right there", I assumed she'd been there and was guiding me in the right direction. Two hours later, lost somewhere on the Ohio side of the Ohio River, she unfolded the map and said "Ooohhh.. We were supposed to go the other way starting at the school." A half hour later, an hour and a half after the prom started, we arrived at the Holiday Inn with all eyes of the junior and senior population upon us as we were seated. Everyone else was just finishing their dessert and going to the dance floor, while a single bright light shone on our table so we could see to eat. I don't remember a whole lot after that, except a couple of people coming up to us saying "Don't feel bad, we got lost too and were fifteen minutes late!" I do recall eating as fast as I could so they'd turn that light off. Since I couldn't dance a lick, and she didn't either, we sat uncomfortably and tried to carry on a conversation, which was not easy because I wasn't much of a talker at all. But the evening wasn't as bad as it could have been... maybe because we weren't there that long, what with missing the first hour and a half of it and all. I got her back home without getting lost, and should have apologized for showing her a crappy evening, but she actually seemed to have enjoyed herself. I think she said something to the effect that we'd have to do it again. If I hadn't been such an illiterate back then I might have taken that to mean she wanted to go out sometime, but I didn't take the hint and we never went out again, but we did have a few laughs about our night before we graduated and went our separate ways.

Good luck to the Cavs tonight!


Blogger Michelle's Spell said...


Love the prom story! I never went to mine even though it was held about a mile from my house at the thrilling Crazy Water Hotel. I couldn't get a date to save my life so there you have it. Hey, your Cavs were great -- all hail King James! I nearly had a heart attack when they started the second overtime.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Tim said...

Couldn't get a prom date!? That's hard to believe..You were probably one of those girls who every boy assumes already has a date so there's no use asking.

Hey, what a game, huh? I have to hand it to your Pistons, they just have no weak spots at all! If they do come back and take the series I'll be backing them in the finals, that's for sure.

3:34 PM  

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