Apparently a 16 year old girl in a pretty dress was THE THING at this particular party, and all manner of freaky guys came up to me all night long. I tried to hang around the table with my parents since I knew *nobody* there except for my parents and and the few other family members who invited us. I was not a particularly social person at the time, and the idea of dancing was really not appealing to me, particularly dancing with a bunch of strangers. I was 16 at the time, and I had a nice dress that I had gotten for an event a few months prior. For New Years Eve, my parents dragged me to a New Years Eve party at the local Ukrainian community center. However, I do have a non-prom dance story. Only couples were allowed to buy tickets, and you weren’t allowed to take a friend of the same sex because the implications were improper. I went to an all girl’s Catholic school and didn’t have a boyfriend. I was uncomfortable, Greg was angry, Loni was floating on a cloud of enchanted obliviousness, then when we arrived at the prom, my date announced “Oh, I don’t dance.” 04220-13 Greg, upset that we were ruining Loni’s double-date plans, decided that he didn’t even want to have dinner with us and changed their reservations to another restaurant.Īs glad as I was to not have to deal with the motel situation, I then found myself alone on a dinner date to my senior prom with a boy I didn’t know. After a bit of scrambling, my date found a car he could borrow so we could drive on our own. His reply was, “I guess you could get a room too?” Wrong answer! I told him to go ahead and do what he wanted after the prom, but my date and I would not be riding along with them. I asked what he expected me and my date to do, since we were to be passengers in his car. Right after the prom we would be driving to a motel outside of the city where he had reserved a room for the two of them for some post-prom lovin’. On the afternoon of the prom, Greg confided in me that he had planned a special surprise for Loni. I begrudgingly went along with this because it was so important to my best friend, so Loni and I shopped for dresses, coordinated our dates’ tuxedos (it was 1979 after all) and made dinner plans for the four of us. The plan was that Greg would drive us all in his parent’s Cadillac. Loni was just appalled by that and insisted that we HAD to double-date, so she fixed me up blindly with the son of her mother’s best friend, a boy who went to another school. On the other hand, I wasn’t dating anyone and so really had no interest in attending our senior prom. When I was a senior in high school, my best friend Loni had a really serious boyfriend, Greg (now her husband of over 30 years). Since it’s now prom season and 17-18 year-olds are not always experts on etiquette, I thought you might consider featuring your readers’ prom horror stories (everyone has one).
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