Before heading off to meet my princess, I was tasked with picking up a Monster energy drink—she loves those things and knew it would be a long day. Unfortunately, it was cold and raining, and I had to ride my bike. On the way back, the can wouldn’t fit in my pocket or the cup holder, so I had to hold on to the freezing can while riding my bike in the cold and rain.
I arrived at my date’s house right as she got back from the salon. She proceeded to show me her “up-do” hair, complete with a red flower, and then described the “joys of a French manicure.” We went to lunch at a café, then got all dressed up in our formal clothes. Actually, I got dressed and waited around for an extra half hour for her to get dressed.
We headed to the school and took about two million pictures with various people I’ve never met. Then it was time for the Grand March. I honestly didn’t know what a Grand March was. I did manage a glimpse into the dark room, and I saw a basketball-court-sized miniature city, but it was dark, and I also noticed a set of bleachers overflowing with people and flashing cameras. When they opened the doors for couples to move in, most of the people stood there whining about not wanting to go first. My date and I managed to get to about sixth in line. I was glad because I looked back and the line was seemingly eight miles long. We walked to the various designated photo positions. We stood there hoping people were actually taking pictures and not laughing at us.
Speaking of laughing at people, I don’t consider myself a good dancer, as I've said before. However, throughout the night I witnessed various people who appeared to be being electrocuted, shot with a BB gun, having a seizure and straddling a cow while swatting at invisible mosquitoes. The best was the line of eight people doing “the creep (hah)” while locking arms and marching straight through the crowded dance floor.
At one point, the DJ organized the crowd into a circle. For a long time no one was jumping into the center to dance. I thought about the parallel to kids not wanting to jump into the real world. Prom is the send off for seniors. The night had to end, and so does high school. I have mere days left there. At some point, I am going to have to make that transition to the real world.