I'm a little behind on my posts/updates. I have a feeling you are just devastated about that. Anyhow, last weekend, Adam and I went to prom. That's right, prom. We were chaperones, which makes us really cool, especially in the eyes of the kids who were there. And I say kids because most of them looked like they were probably 10.
The interesting (or not interesting at all depending on how you look at it) thing about the whole night is that Adam and I have been to prom together before as a couple, seven years ago, in our senior year of high school.
I remember that night so clearly. Adam picked me up in a vintage car (don't ask me what kind of car it was. All I know is it was a lovely shade of turquoise). Parents snapped hundreds, nay thousands, of pictures in ninety degree heat. Once we sufficiently sweat off all our makeup and my updo was slightly frizzy, we headed off for a nice dinner of Italian food. Which I couldn't fully enjoy because my beaded red dress was entirely too snug. Then we danced the night away. Or to clarify, Adam danced and I laughed at his shenanigans.
Here we are on that magical night in 2002. (I looked for a more classic "prom pose" because trust me I have plenty of those pictures. But I was too lazy to look very hard and this was the first picture I could find.)
For some inexplicable reason I felt nervous getting ready for Prom 2009. Should I wear a fully beaded dress? How should I do my hair? I considered a french twist with several tendrils left loose. But that felt a little too 2002.
As it turns out, I should have worn a low side ponytail to fit in with the rest of the prom-goers. Then I would have been virtually indistinguishable from the high schoolers. Oh except that I have given birth and my body will never be the same.
This time around around wasn't all that different. Well besides the fact that am thirty pounds heavier and no longer worry if my dress is too tight, so I totally enjoyed my italian dinner. Oh and that I didn't know any of the songs they were playing. And my husband threw ice at couples who were getting too inappropriate in an effort to "cool them off." But the whole Adam dancing the night away while I roll my eyes and laugh? That part was totally the same.
And it also turns out that our parents didn't want to throw a picture party and take photos of us in hundreds of different poses. So this is all we got. After prom. After walking about a mile in the rain because we didn't have a limo to pick us up this time.
ps - someone really should have told me to tuck in my arm fat. Or they could have advised against the strapless dress which was entirely too snug. That's just embarrassing.