Prom NIght!

In 1984 the Senior Prom was not even a blip on my radar. I disliked parties and had no intention of going. It helped that I was not invited and did not hang out with the "prom crowd."

I discovered last night that my high school, now at least, does not have a "prom crowd" per se. 600 kids from a graduating class of 750 is a HUGE number of kids to have at a prom. At least from my limited prom going experience. There were 62 tables and only 3 of them held staff and spouses.

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To kick off the evening, Mike first called my parents to ask permission. After throughly interrogating him as to his intentions, they granted it.

We primped (or at least I did, Mike forgot to shave) and had our oldest child take a photo since there was no parent available to do it.We then hopped aboard our limo and rode in airconditioned comfort to the Prom.Stuyvesant High School, as the elite school that it is, insists on having the Prom at the Waldorf=Astoria (yes, the equal sign is correct).
The Waldorf=Astoria is directly across the street and in direct juxtaposition with the slightly less expensive Intercontinental -- the site of our nuptual celebration many years ago.Once inside we were given our instructions (Mike was working, after all) and posed for yet another picture.


There are plenty of pictures of lovely looking, tastefully dress students but I cannot post them. I'm sure you understand. When one of the kids puts the pictures up on the school website, I will link to it.

I did stalk our babysitter a bit. She was lovely and her date was adorable. I even caught her on the dance floor once or twice.

Mike and I danced and one of his colleagues did a credible Michael Jackson imitation of the dance floor. We posed for a formal portrait (got to give it to the folks!) and finally left around midnight. Our limo home was of the more conventional yellow variety.

After sending our backup babysitter home, we tumbled into bed where ... oh, get your minds out of the gutter! It was late and we are married, we went to sleep! He did kiss me on the dance floor, however.
And there you have it. My first Prom. We are thinking that Mike may try to get invited again since we did have fun. I might even start attending my own school's Prom -- tho not this year, my date has to be elsewhere.