Monday, April 27, 2009

we forgot the corsage


we were scrambling to get John into the layers of his outfit all polished and shiny so we forgot the sweet white roses wrist corsage in the fridge because we were running late. we didn't discover the mistake til we were almost to Mary Anne's house and by then it was too late to turn back. Aarrgh. Our mistake was not spending enough time during the day getting ourselves ready. It turned out to be quite an evening, beginning with a little fender bender on Treat Blvd. in Concord on their way to meet the "party bus". John wasn't the driver... the two of them were passengers. There were other unexpecteds in the evening, but the events and the names have to be withheld to protect identities. This will be a memorable event though for John and Mary Anne. I remember these dances as kind of surreal. I was unaccustomed to getting dressed up, parading on a boy's arm, attached for the evening supposedly, posing for pictures, asked to shake my booty on the cafeteria linoleum. I'll stop there. All to what purpose? I ask you! Season 9, episode 12 of Seinfeld, Jerry expresses what many of us feel about dances. For me, these events are as familiar as branding cattle or riding a mini bike. Once is enough! John's got two more to go though. Jr. Prom and his own Senior Ball. He'll have a basis for comparison. What do you remember about your prom?

2 comments:

Alison's Recipes said...

All the seniors and juniors went to the prom. You were assigned a "date' - and it was all arranged by height. We had dance cards which accounted for the first 10 dances: 2 each with the dates arranged by height. Dinner was served in the school cafeteria, and all the parents came between dinner and the dance and took pictures of the "grande promenade." It was SO MUCH fun. Everyone was included....

Jennie said...

I had a kicking good time on the evening of all the the school dances--I didn't go to the dance! One year Joni and I walked to the bowling alley, had bowling alley french fries (are there better fries in the world? I think not!), played a few games, and walked back in the dark, giggling all the way. At home, we got in our jammies and sleeping bags and settled in to watch Saturday Night Live when Peggy and the Mott Boys showed up in their finery to sit on our feet (remember we were in sleeping bags and couldn't move) and watch television with us. I guess the dance was a bust. We shoulda charged them for crashing our Big Night. God bless those who never had a Joni.