Throwback Thursday - Prom Edition

My Niece went to the prom this past weekend. It made me smile and go back to when I was doing the prom thang - so let's all go there, lol. I was blessed to have an opportunity to get gussied up quite a bit during my last couple years of High School. I went to two proms as a Jr. and was a Sub-Debutante. My Senior year, I went to my prom and came out as a Debutante. I also was queen of my homeroom a couple of times and was elected Miss R.O.T.C. Now that holds a special place in my heart because I wasn't IN R.O.T.C. to have that many guys decide that you should be their queen means alot. I held the highest rank and had a white suit and saber and all that good stuff. Lots of fun! Lots!

I was Jr. Class president, so I was instrumental in the planning of our Jr./Sr. prom. What fun. Also during my jr. year I was 'in love' with the king of the game room. Those that grew up in the 80's you know bout the game room. It was the place to hang. Ours was up on Delowe and Campbellton Road. We all went every freaking day. GW was the king of them all. Ooo honey let me tell you - he had the highest score on Centipede, Pacman and a few others. I was beside myself! In the summer he would dress in these shorty shorts gold with the white trim, his knee tube socks and skips and I would be damn near orgasmic just watching him walk around our apartment complex. So when prom time came, I had to have him! So I paid my younger brother $4 to go and take him a note asking him to the prom. He didn't go to my school - so I also was taking a chance on being asked to his school's prom in return. I slunk down to the floor when my brother returned the note and it said Y-E-S!! Lawd have mercy!


I had gotten in my mind that he was gonna be 'the one'. My moms had rented (those in the 80's in GA you got five minutes to guess what kinda car was kicking in 1983)....A burgandy on burgandy regal! (LOL LOL LOL). I was the shiznit! This boy was sooo fine - the woman I babysat for did my hair and another woman my mom knew made my dress. I thought I was too cute. We had fun at the prom. We really didn't know each other - so there were awkward moments.

Now while I was busy chasing after him, I did have a jump off, his best friend who lived in the apt. above me. We had wayy more in common and he was always so sweet to me - but I was gunning for that which would make others jealous, lol lol So I totally dissed him and his advances about prom to be with his friend. Youth I tell yah! We in the car making out. Hot ass all get out up in that mug. I'm just knowing this is the father of my children right here - - - SCREECH! Father/Mother Oh shit! I backed that stuff all the way up and that's when it turned ugly and....he put me out the car! Yep - date over! Dinner at Steak and Ale, slow dancing to Ribbon in the Sky couldn't put that date back together again. I remember standing at the corner, with my heels in my hand, trying to figure out how to play this off in front of my momma. Tsk Tsk Tsk. I told her that he was really gunning for curfew and would return the car in the morning. She went for it. I was too upset! The next day I told DR (his best friend) all about it. He did return the car and we spoke and it was chilly but cool.


Two weeks later he invites me to his prom! Whoo Weee! I said yes, I had dresses etc. from various things. Yea I dissed DR - - yet again, to go with this dude. Actually we double dated with DR. We actually had a good time - it was like friends going out as opposed to anything romantic. The next day they all went to six flags - but 'the slavemaster' thought that was a 'date' and God forbid I be allowed out on a non-event type date. So I didn't go (rollin eyes even today).


Sr. year, I was having fits of desire for my older brothers best friend who I had met that summer while visiting. So I insisted that they figure out a way for him to come take me to the prom - insert most of the story above for this one as well in terms of oh yeah "he's the one" LOL LOL LOL My brother and him drove down and it was on and poppin. He was from Belize and had this wonderful accent. I spent more time swooning than anything else. Well, he basically spent alot of time patting me on the head as his LITTLE SISTER! WTF?! I remember sitting in the car with him while we waiting for my brother to finish boning a girl he knew (WHAAAAA). I was just a crying etc. because I didn't want to be looked at in that way. My Sr. Prom the actual event was cool - but I was wayy disappointed in the date.

The Debutante Honor was the highest I felt I achieved in High School. It was classic Southern Charm and I was all for it. Debutante's are honored for their civic, academic and moral high standards. You had to be an A student, do something for the community and be a.....VIRGIN. Now I'm sure back in the day, they checked that stuff a bit more rigorously, but since I was - worked for me, lol

It also is the closest I would ever get to my Daddy walking me down the aisle (R.I.P). When you are a Sub-Debutante, your job is to help the Debs and you do a bonafide dance to welcome them to 'adulthood'. When you are a Deb, you basically wear a white 'gown' and your father presents you to society and then you dance with your father (what a blessing) a waltz no less and he gives your hand to your Jr. Escort (as a symbol you are of dating age) and then you dance off into the sunset with him. Alot of pomp and circumstance and I can't wait until it's mini-me's time.

By this time, I had been 'grinding' with DR for awhile now. He was the best kisser in the whole apt. complex, so of course I had to keep him in the stable (ok this is reeking of another throwback about me and my boyfriends, lol). So I asked him to be my Jr. escort. We had a fabulous evening and I'll never forget it.

Postscript: Sr. Year GW got a girl pregnant (see that could have been me messin up my life). He moved away and I never saw him again. I saw DR again after I married and was mad because I would have liked to see what he was like in bed, now that I was doing the real thing - but I had to honor my marriage vows. I heard last that he was in the service and had about five kids. Sr. Prom date and I hung out when I went home maybe a year ago. Still fine as frogs hair and doing well in his life - now strictly dates white girls.