If my memory is correct, I made a deal with a boy when I was in the eigth grade that I would go to prom with him his senior year. I held true to the promise. We double dated with another couple and had a great time.
Here we are dressed in white. Please take note of the pile of hair on the top of my head and the tails on his tux. Good stuff for the spring of 1995. Moving on to Spring 1996 and my junior year. My date was my boyfriend at the time. If you check out any of the blogs I visit, the guy in the photo below is about to become her brother-in-law.
There are a couple of things that I remember quite vividly from this prom, but I'll only share one. If you notice in the picture, I'm standing sideways. Want to know why? Well, let's just say that it isn't a good idea to touch up your nails about 10 minutes before your date arrives. Why you ask? Well, because you could spill almost a full bottle of nail polish right onto your satin dress. I'm just sayin' it could happen.
Onto my senior year. Spring of 1997. I went to two proms this year. I was dating a guy from our rival town and went to prom with him. We had a great time minus the high school drama from the girls at his school that weren't my biggest fans. Whateva.
I just want to jump into this picture and fix my posture - seriously - stand up straight and would it kill you to smile a little? To my defense, I remember being really hungry at this point in the night. Isn't it weird the things that you remember from a particular evening?
Same year - 1997, different prom. One of my best friends from high school was a year older than me and two years older than her boyfriend (now husband). She was cool with letting us go together. I didn't invite the rival town boyfriend to my own prom because in a small town, you have to snag your dates early, as in the first day of school, and my rival town boyfriend and I weren't dating at the time. It's all about your strategy people - gotta play smart.