Prom {circa 1990~1991}

I like Spring for many reasons:

1. The end of winter, cold weather...snow
2. The cherry blossom trees, crab apple trees, lilac bushes
3. Flowers put of porches and steps
4. Flip flops make their appearance again.
5. Prom season...

 

Prom is a right of passage, it can be one of the best experiences or worst. I was lucky to have dated an upper class man, which meant I went to prom as a sophomore. I was so entirely awkward at this age. I had braces and glasses and I thought I was so together.

Especially since I snagged such a sweetheart of a first love.

I've told this story a few times, we met because our lockers were next to each others, we were both new to the district, so grade meant nothing in terms of where our lockers were, normally they have you in alphabetical order in grade 9, 10,11 &12. Newbies all go into the same section.

Conversation:

"Gosh you're tall! Who are you?" ~me

"I'm John, and you're short!" ~him

Friendship started.

Yes, I did think he was cute, not hot but cute and really really tall, like he could carry me around like a teacup poodle tall!

We became such good friends over that first year we began dating right before the start of school his Junior year, my sophomore.

We got teased, as you can imagine. Didn't bother me...I thought the attention was fun, better then the last school I was at.

John never really asked me to prom, it was just kind of assumed since we were dating and prom was coming up we were going together. I think he called one night saying something like:

"So Prom?  Do I buy the prom tickets or are you going to get them?"

"No, you buy them, I find the dress and match your tie and cumber bun."

And so it went, I went dress shopping, I had no idea what I was looking for...until I saw it.

Black with polka dots. I was in love, my mom was in shock at the price. I was devastated to leave there without that dress! I worked my butt off babysitting to earn the rest of the money for this dress, when I went back to get it it was gone, thankfully they called around and found my size at another store and had it shipped in. I would have not gone, I was so in love with this dress! I had found his tie and cumber bun, white with black polka dots to match...

 

 This is one of my favorite pictures. It says a lot about each of us, and that first blissful year of dating.

He had such beautiful hair. I can't even tell you! Feathered and long, baby-soft curls in the back! Oh, be still my beating heart! He aways looked at me like that, like I was a gem that he admired. Much like the way Hubby looks at me now. 

You can't really tell from these pictures, but even my nylons had little tiny black dots on them!

 Oh, yes, and "the Ride", yeah, I knew I was going in a limo, we barely had enough money for the dance, dress and dinner! We took his parents little red 1985 Pontiac Sunbird. You can see the height difference here, I was barely a whispered breath over 5 feet, he is 6'6".  We went to the Venetian Inn for Italian. It was the fanciest place we'd ever been and the food wasn't that great, of course I don't know why I picked spaghetti!
Our theme song was "Without You" ~ Motley Crue
Yes, cheesy.
We spent most of the dance watching people, John would only dance to slow songs, and finally they played one he agreed to dance to because it only required him to shake his butt...can you guess the song?
(Da Butt) by E.U  ready for these lyrics?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

 

 

Walked in this place
Surprised to see
A big girl getting busy
Just rocking to the go-go beat

 

 

The way she shook her booty
Surely looked good to me
I said, come here, big girl
Won't you rock my world
Show that dance to me

 

 

(CHORUS)
She was doing the butt
Hey, pretty, pretty
When you get that notion
Put your backfield in motion, honey
Doing the butt
Hey, sexy, sexy
Ain't nothing wrong if you
Wanna do the butt all night long

 

Classy, I know.

We had a good time with each other but learned a valuable lesson, it's more fun to go as a group!
We took that to heart the next year, which was John's senior prom, my junior...which meant my class would be there too. John was coming off a stellar basketball season, so he was a big cheese at school.
We weren't together exclusively anymore, but still hung out quite a bit, which meant he got a lot of offers to prom. He turned them all down and asked me. I wasn't shocked, I knew for him it was a comfort level thing, he didn't want pressure to impress some girl when all he needed was ask me and I'd be easy, just take me. I didn't hold my breath for Tom M or Justin S to ask me, I mean just because I gave them pencils in class most everyday because the never went to their lockers; didn't mean they knew my name or cared that I dreamt of them asking me to prom and would have *died* if they had.

I decided to go with him out of comfort and knowing what to expect. This time we talked some friends into going too. None of us were "couples" but we went coupled together, with no romantic pressure.
I wanted to have a more "sophisticated" look this year, I mean, polka dots are so "first time prom"!
I found this white dress that had pearly sequins on it that brought out just a touch of pink. I didn't really have to convince John to wear a pink tie and cumber bun, he would do whatever I asked.

  

If 1990 prom was on pennies, 1991 prom was on twenties! Since we were going with a group we did the limo thing, meeting at one person's house and all the parents gathering for pictures. Oh, so tacky and yet a total right of passage moment! This is one of my favorites of John and I, again candidly, who we are together. My hand was always on his leg, and to keep his hands off my head, I made him keep them on his hips! He walked around like that, because he was afraid he'd ruin my hair! I'm laughing at him, because he had just said to me: "I'm gonna ruin your hair! I look like a dork, and I just can't keep my hands away from your head."
(You know how basketball players "palm" the ball in one hand? That was John's version of a love tap...he'd palm my head and I would touch his leg...holding hands meant my arm being half way up in the air)
The song for Prom 1991 was: 'When I see you Smile'
John was more in the mood to dance since we had a big group to be apart of.

Here it is the official prom photo.

 

Oh geez, I look so young here. I remember feeling old, like blink and this will be our wedding old!

I was allowed to stay out until 2:30am after prom we all went back to on of the girls house and watched movies. There was no hanky panky what so ever, being friends...the next day we all went to an amusement park where I got sick on several rides. John being the nice guy he was, hung back with me and making sure I was okay.

I will never forget prom(s). I did not attend my senior prom. Several things changed:

1.  Our school paired up with a rival school to share the cost of being at a fancier place. Which sucked. It was over priced and who wants to share a prom with a rival school??  What ever happened to decorating the gym?
 
2. John did not want to go to prom again, ahem, senior prom was so beneath a graduate!
 
3.  I could not imagine going with anyone but John, and turned down 2 very sweet boys who got up the nerve to ask. I knew that by saying yes, I would be saying yes, I like you back, feel free to put the moves on me...which I absolutely was not going to say or do that.
 
4.  None of my single girl friends wanted to go as a group, some were too embarrassed not to have dates, others were too cool to go.

I do not regret missing my senior prom, I don't think it would have had the magic the others had for me. Prom wouldn't have been the same without John.

Do you remember you prom?

Do tell, I'd love to hear about it.

Today I paint!

I must be crazy!
Over the summer, when my son got a "new" big boy bed, my daughter complained that she didn't like her bed. (OK, so it was a used bed, and pretty dated...but money doesn't grow on trees and have you seen the price of bed frames? Not the actual bed and box spring...no no the bed frames.)
so all through out the summer I searched for a reasonable priced frame that was indeed NEW. I found one, and it was less then $200 including shipping and NOT from Ikea.
So the plan began...we'll give her a room make over now that she's turning 8.
She's into blue.
I found a very cute quilt on clearance.
I made matching curtains.
The bed came and is already put together in her room. We told her about the bed, because we needed it put together and in the room, so we could get the other one out. She has no idea there is more, she thinks it's just the bed and that's good.
So today I must get half the room painted. She thinks it is to match the white of her bed. (She has white walls now, but the bed is more of a cream color.)
We made arrangements for her to spend the night at Nana and Papa's house on the 26th, so Hubby and I could paint the room. Then Hubby says "I can get tickets to the Wild game, we could give them to Roo for Christmas..."
"That's great! He'll LOVE that and we wouldn't be able to afford those seats EVER, so yeah, take the tickets! What day did you say the game was for?"
Long pause
"The 26th."
Long pause
"Um, we're suppose to be doing a room maker over that day!"
"I know. But the tickets are free! The seats are behind the goal in row 16."
"Oh crap. Take the tickets. I'll figure something out."

So, that is why I am painting half the room today. That way I only have half the room to paint on the 26th and only half the room to wait to dry, so the room can be finished for her on her birthday, the 27th!
I still have to find a lamp and some colored bins. We decided against a desk right now because she does her homework at the table.
Well, I'm off to go paint.
I have to get it done by 1pm, We have an errand to run this afternoon!
My Christmas present is ready! WOO HOO!