Last night was my son's senior prom.
He went stag with lots of other stags.
The stags say they feel stagnant with dates,
and have more fun circulating.
Things have changed since I went to the prom way back in 1975. Nobody went stag then. You HAD to snag SOMEONE.
Here I am with my cute date John. (Dang, I hate to share this embarrassing picture!)
Smiley me was trying not to smile because my mouth was full of braces and I didn't want them to glare off the flashcube on my dad's instamatic camera. Remember when pictures were square?
Speaking of square, John and I were standing kind of awkwardly apart because he was a family friend.
We were awfully friendly with that family because a few years earlier, my brother took John's sister to a school dance.
Years later, John's dad hooked up with MY mom and they got hitched!
A happy union after both were widowed. Talk about all in the family!
Okay, enough about our inter-mingling because I have to tell you
my husband was the prom KING his senior year!
At his school they called the king, "The General"
Here he is with his perky date Susie looking leisurely in his double knit suit and elevator shoes. He was about 6-foot-8 in high school.
If I had gone to high school with him, I would have thought he was a hunk!
The picture could have been VERY different!
Anyway...let's get back to 2010 and my son.
We met at a friend's house and took lots of pictures.
The friend's couch is probably deformed now...
Because they piled on it.
WHY do they always have to pile?
They can never just stand there like in my lovely prom picture.
No...they HAVE to pose...
and pile. (WHY do they ALWAYS pile?)
You didn't see me piling on John in my prom picture!
But they were so pretty, perky and polished we couldn't stop snapping.
After zillions of pictures, they ran out of poses,
and finally escaped the paparazzi...
As they ran off in the rain...
I heard my son say: