by Tawny Weber
Yesterday was my nephew's prom and as I took pictures of him and his date all dressed up it made me misty-eyed and sentimental. There's nothing like a formal dance to make a girl giddy (somehow I doubt the boys get giddy, but you never know). The planning, the pomp, the corsage. Extravagant dinner and a limo, all that jazz. It's the ultimate fancy date - and often the first serious date on the road to romance.
Can you tell I loved prom. From my first day of high school, I'd looked forward to prom. It was the ultimate romance, the fairytale evening of mythic proportions in my romantic young mind. And once I was old enough to attend, like that build up in any good romance novel, there was the initial thrill and excitement of hoping, then getting asked. Then there's the planning. Oh yeah, I was a planner even back in high school! I'm a sucker for playing dress up and spent weeks finding just the right dress, awesome shoes, putting together the perfect look.
To add that requisite layer of conflict to the promtime romance, though, there was one little hitch. I hated dancing. To me, prom was all about the dressing up, the fancy dinner and limo ride, the feeling like a star. I liked hanging out with friends at the venue, socializing and having a good time. But I seriously loathed dancing. Not so good when the guy I was with was all about boogying. The dark moment came when I realized that it probably wasn't a smart thing to tell my date to quit bugging me and go find someone else to dance with. Thankfully I was with friends, so I still had a ride home.
A year later, I was older and wiser. Which meant my senior ball was definitely better. A little less enamoured with the prom myth, I went with a guy who only liked to slow dance and we were in a large group who left as soon as possible for a bonfire on the beach followed up with the next day spent at an amusement park. Aha... I'd gotten a handle on this prom romance thing! The build-up (the fancy dress and planning) was still there, but instead of going for the fairytale stereotype of the evening, I planned an event that I knew I'd enjoy. Definitely much better going for MY idea of a romantic evening instead of trying to fit the expected image.
Do you remember your prom or formal dance? Were you a dance all night kind of date, or a let's get the pictures out of the way, then hit the bonfire already partier? What's your best (or worst) memory of prom?