Prom Night
My nephew's prom is this weekend. I'm kinda excited about it, mostly because I kinda filled in for his mom on this one. I took him to rent his tux. I picked out the flowers, made restaurant reccs, you know, stuff a parent would do. My own Bubbump won't be doing this for another bunch of years, so I kind of look at this as a test run.
We (my nephew, my hubby, my sis and I) were sitting around the table telling formal stories. My favorite stories revolved around terrorising the crew at Farrells just by walking in the door. The first server to see us usually turned ghost-white, whispered, "Oh @!#@, that was tonight?" followed by mad scrambling to make sure they had enough staff to handle the rush of at least 50 more couples from the JROTC Ball.
My hubby's story went something like this: "I don't remember what I wore, I don't remember where we ate. I don't remember who we went with. I remember one thing. [Friend] took her dad to the prom as her date."
I started looking back on all the dances, and I have to say, I loved every one of them. I was First Attendant and Queen for two of them. When I showed the picture to my nephew, he laughed.
"What did you do to your hair?"
I looked at my pic. Sure, it was kinda big, but it was the 80's! My hair was small compared to everyone I knew. Still, I can't wait to see his pics, just to say... "Bug, you look good."
We (my nephew, my hubby, my sis and I) were sitting around the table telling formal stories. My favorite stories revolved around terrorising the crew at Farrells just by walking in the door. The first server to see us usually turned ghost-white, whispered, "Oh @!#@, that was tonight?" followed by mad scrambling to make sure they had enough staff to handle the rush of at least 50 more couples from the JROTC Ball.
My hubby's story went something like this: "I don't remember what I wore, I don't remember where we ate. I don't remember who we went with. I remember one thing. [Friend] took her dad to the prom as her date."
I started looking back on all the dances, and I have to say, I loved every one of them. I was First Attendant and Queen for two of them. When I showed the picture to my nephew, he laughed.
"What did you do to your hair?"
I looked at my pic. Sure, it was kinda big, but it was the 80's! My hair was small compared to everyone I knew. Still, I can't wait to see his pics, just to say... "Bug, you look good."