Yes, I know it’s taken far too long, but here it is. Thank goodness that’s over. Well, for me at least. Taking my middle little dude, his date, and another couple to the prom made me a nervous wreck. The worst part is that when I’m nervous, I tend to talk. A lot. No, I mean, really a lot. Not a good thing when I promised my middle little dude that I wouldn’t embarrass him. Too much. Still, I survived and he had a great, great time so I think that’s a night made of win.
The big day started after the little dude got out of driver education. We went to the local grocery store floral department and picked up the corsage we’d ordered earlier in the week. That’s when I started taking pictures. I don’t think I stopped for most of the night. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have a couple of really nice shots of my steering wheel. That afternoon we caught a movie called Monsters vs. Aliens to kill a little time and to laugh a whole heck of a lot. When that was over, we headed home, we both headed to the showers and got ready to change.
While the little dude was washing up (apparently when you get old, you find you can shower very, very fast), I went outside to the limo/mini-van and started doing a little more cleaning, just to make extra sure nothing. . . untoward happened that could have been prevented. That is, I didn’t want the girls getting grossed out by seeing the mini-van in it’s natural state.
Since it was a big night, of course it started raining a couple of hours before the middle little dude was scheduled to pick up his date. Still, the rain slacked off enough so he was gallant with the umbrella, rather than looking like a drowned rat.
It’s amazing the stuff that will get a parent choked up. For me, it was watching the little dude put a wrist corsage on his date. Even though they were going as friends, he still got the corsage. My little dude is growing up. *choke*
After a nice dinner at Maggianos (we’d gone over the menu online earlier so he would know what he wanted and not fumble around or order anything that might spill on his cool suit), the daters got dropped off at the dance and I headed home to wait for the pick-up call, which came about two hours later. (hrumph. Kids these days. When I went to a prom we knew that meant getting home when the sun was going back up. Still, probably a better idea. I know it was safer.)
The other parents had already picked up their respective prom-goers and my little dude was waiting for me, sweaty and smiling. Of course I peppered him with questions, but got basically nowhere. Only learning that he had a good time. Later, I talked to one of his teachers who was a chaperone there and she said he really “cut loose” and enjoyed himself.
Even better, I found out he’s a pretty good dancer. Must have skipped a generation because I dance like a spastic elephant, hopped up on quaaludes and Red Bull.
– Richard
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