Prom approaches…which means unexpected pimples.
Sweaty armpits. Awkward silences. Dance floor discomfort.
However, I’m happy to report that my kid found a dress. Yippee!
How ’bout we venture down Memory Lane to my prom?
It was only ten years ago. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Hah.
Here we go…and yes, my date wore a blue tux.
Because we wanted to match.
Matching is important.
Folks told me I looked like Kristy McNichol.
If you’re a thousand years old, you’ll remember Kristy.
Personally, I think I look uncomfortable…’cause I was used to wearing this:
I’m wearing #44.
Yes, my opponent is driving past me.
Yes, she scored the game winning basket.
Yes, my shameful moment made the front page.
However, I managed not to trip and show my underwear at prom.
That’s worth printing on the front page, right? Next to the crime report.
My high school date had a Ford Galaxy 500. It was an antique, and really cool.
Looking at these pictures makes me feel like an antique. And NOT cool.
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If you are so moved, I’d love to hear one of your embarrassing moments.
It’ll make me feel like I’m in good company.