I went to prom. I’m not kidding.
What’d you do Saturday night?
I went to prom!
Yessiree, I pulled out my old dress from high school and, after spending a moment rejoicing in the fact that I can still fit in it, put that thing on, and headed out with my beau to dance the night away.
Prom was at the Mercury Café, which I love for many reasons, not the least of which being that it has indoor bike parking! Being in an ankle-length gown, as I was, and the streets being ankle deep in slush, as they were, I did not take advantage of this amenity. Still, I had a lovely, prommy time.
There were corsages and boutonnières and bad table centerpieces—just like in high school.
We fast-danced to “Thriller” and slow-danced to “Always and Forever” and then went to get our photo taken in front of a bedazzled backdrop. The place was decorated with roses and white Christmas lights, and a queen and king were crowned late in the evening.
The only difference about this prom-for-adults was that there was a cash bar.
Mrs. Turf and Mr. Tonsoni never would’ve allowed that. High school teachers know better than to give alcohol to people in high heels—especially the seemingly already-accident-prone girl with her arm in a sling who stumbled her stilettos right into my ankle.
Also, instead of being only an overly-hyped, debatably elegant, and painful-for-many social event, this prom was a non-profit fundraiser. Ticket proceeds this year benefit Rise Above It, which is a cancer support organization for adolescents and young adults.
And we didn’t go to Six Flags the day after either.
Nevertheless, the nostalgia and philanthropy were enough to make me start thinking about what I’ll wear next year.