The flowers are from Mom and Dad
So Friday night was the last dance. Northview’s Senior Prom, and the last time this senior will do the cinderella thing she and her sister and all their friends have done at least three times a year over the last four years. The heady joyful scramble for just the right dress, shoes, purse. The perfect hairstyle. A nice-but-not-too-expensive restaurant. Oh, and sometimes — if they didn’t all go as a group of girlfriends — the right guy.
But the "right guy" didn’t materialize this year — of all years! She was all set to go with a Northview grad from last year, a guy she’d worked with and had an on-again, off-again sort of dating relationship with. To make a long story short (and to spare myself verbal abuse from Meg for writing about this!), he sent word through his cousin, a close friend of Meg’s, that he wasn’t going to go. And that was that.
She found out about a week and a half before Prom, and she told me about it as we were on the way to take her dress for alterations. What do you do? Well, if you’re Meg, you get the dress altered anyway, and make your mind up to go with a group of friends … and have a good time.
Which she did. And from the sounds of things, she had a better time at her Senior Prom than she’d had a most of the past dances.
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Added: Oh, and if you’re wondering what Suze did for Eastern’s Senior Prom, she worked. She, who could have had her pick of dates, wanted to take an older guy she works with (he’s a sweet young man, don’t worry). But her school cracked down on letting older, non-students into Prom this year, so she decided not to go. Ah, well. In my day, you found your date for Prom in the fall and held onto that guy for the rest of year, no matter how you felt about each other by April. You had to go to the Prom, dammit! Things are much healthier these days, in this mom’s opinion.
