I didn’t trip and show my underwear.

by Lynn on April 16, 2014

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!

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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.

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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:

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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.

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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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This post brought to you by Unexpected Pimples.
We are big, red, and psychologically painful.

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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.

Hugs,
Lynn :)

Christopher April 16, 2014 at 9:21 am

I never went to the prom. Or any high school dance. That in itself is pretty embarrassing. For a large part of my junior year I didn’t have an acne problem. I had one giant zit masquerading as a head. It destroyed my self-confidence at a time when hormones and other bodily changes means anyone’s self-confidence is at its nadir.

That’s not the embarrassing part, though.

I had to go to regular dermatologist appointments. My dermatologist was a nice guy and, although I didn’t realize it, what he prescribed really helped clear up my acne. One day I went in for an appointment, and he was out, so I had to see a different dermatologist, who was a rather attractive woman. My acne was so cleared up that the first thing she said when she saw me was, “Why are you seeing a dermatologist?”

And I asked, “Would you like to go to the prom?”

She let me down as easily as she could, which was very nice of her. She set my self-confidence on the road to recovery, even though it was still an extremely embarrassing moment for me.
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diane April 16, 2014 at 3:02 pm

Lynn..at my prom I had a long white satin bow down the back of the dress that I forgot about when I went to the bathroom…Until I stood up and had a soaking wet bow down the back of my dress. When you are 16 this is the worst thing that could happen because your boyfriend is not aware that you ever have to actually pee in the bathroom! amazing how that memory sticks with me some 20 (ha, ha,ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ) years later. I realize I cannot really lie about how long ago that was because who has white satin bows these days? It was 1969. I know your daughter will have a wonderful time and will look like a bright pink princess in that dress and you will cry and all will be right with the world. Thanks for letting us trip down prom memory lane.
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Jo H. April 16, 2014 at 3:22 pm

What a beautiful gown – your daughter chose well! I like your own dress, by the way – those matching guys’ outfits were also very “in” but I think your gown stood the test of time where the coloured tuxes didn’t :)

My most embarrassing moment was in senior high when I was making fun of a teacher I actually liked, to be “funny” and “cool” and fit in (how lame), and the teacher approached from behind me. I’m still not sure if she heard me or not – it didn’t matter. I was mortified and feel the shame to this day. It was a very good learning moment, though.

Donnamae April 16, 2014 at 6:17 pm

You really do look like Kristy McNichol! And, I am NOT a thousand years old…just 900! Aren’t prom pictures a hoot? I have no embarrassing stories…only good memories. Now, college was a different story…but then, I’m sure we all have those! ;)

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