It's Prom Time

Hello again Kids,
Hope things are going good in your world. I have good days and bad, but the good ones are happening more than the bad. That is a plus.

My brother passed away in 1998 from complications of chicken pox, he was 38. He was the daddy of my niece Joanie. I assured him I would watch after her as much as I could. I have I think. She was 6 at the time.

Friday night was her Senior Prom. I went to her house and helped get her dress zipped and ready to go. She looked so beautiful. I know if it weren't for my depression drugs I would have been bawling my eyes out.

It has been 41 years since my prom so they do thing differently. Her school has a Grand March. The auditorium was packed with mom's, dad's, grandma's, grandpa's and at least one aunt wanting to see the prom goer's. At first I thought this would be hokey. I was thoroughly entertained.

Now I don't know what you paid for your prom dress but OMG! It really was a red carpet event. Long dresses and short dresses. Fluff like Glenda the good witch. and slinky and clingy like a movie star. And the colors. Bright solids, sequins, patterns in colors that looked like an acid trip. They were great. I only saw one boy with Chuck Taylor type shoes on, but lots of baseball type hats worn in what I would call gansta style. Even though I believe it looks like dumb ass style.

I had been in my friends wedding in Feb. of 1968 so that is the dress I wore to the prom in May that year. I think it cost $75.00 and I got to use it twice. I overheard girls talking about their dresses. The highest I heard was $500.00. and yes I typed it in correctly. It was pretty and I hope she saves it for her wedding. HA!

When all the little darlings had promenaded from the stage they gathered in the hall outside to watch their friends. I went to the hall about two minutes before the last couple did their thing.
The excitement in the air was contagious. Newly acquired coifs, some up some down. All done to enhance the prom queens. The boys walked around like , what do I do now, and when do we eat? Flash's going off everywhere. I have to admit that I took my share of photos as well.
I made my way outside to get some air and what did I see, a line of limo's. A stretch white Hummer. A white stretch Chrysler and the very long black Chrysler 300 or something like that.
I ask each driver who had booked the car that they were driving until I found Joanie's. It was the black one. So I stood by it and waved my hand in the air so she could see me. She waved back and without notice I was bombarded with sparkly chiffon clad girls and guys who wanted to eat. I made sure there was no alcohol in the car. At least to the best of my ability. The driver assured me that if there was it was brought in by someone else. I left the rest of that search to God. I took some more picks and left as this procession of limo's left the parking lot.

On the way home I though about my brother. How proud he would be of his Joan bug. And how he would kill her escourt if he thought he was even thinking about, well you know. I hope that there is a little window in heaven that parents can look out of when major life events happen to their children so they can at least see it, even if they can't be there. She will graduate in a month and I will be there hoping my brother is watching too.

Well now I am crying. Bye for now.