Prom...
The high school prom was this weekend and I realized that this is all a big dress rehearsal for a wedding. Don't get me wrong - Jake and his date went as friends. That's not really what I was getting at.
There's the dress. It must be the perfect dress. Much angst is thrown about over the thing. There is the tux rental. It must be the perfect tux. There is concern over whether the tie will match the flowers and the perfect dress. There are the flowers. They must match the perfect dress and the perfect tux. There is the limo (or the Hummer, or the BMW, or whatever). The "carriage" must make the perfect statement and be waxed to a high sheen. There are the pictures - hundreds of pictures. There must be pictures of the perfect dress, the perfect tux, the perfect carriage, and of course the couple with all of their friends. There is the prom walk-in. The couples arrive in their perfect attire in their perfect carriage, have a "footman" announce their arrival and stroll through a gauntlet of photo snapping parents and other interested parties. There is the itinerary. Social hour (shower/bachelor(ette) party), dinner (rehearsal dinner), arrival (wedding procession), dance (wedding ceremony), after-party (reception).
Yes, Saturday was a huge success. Fun was had by all. Jake looked fabulous in his tux. His date had an exquisite dress. No one spilled any dinner on their perfect ensemble. It's all over...until next year.
There's the dress. It must be the perfect dress. Much angst is thrown about over the thing. There is the tux rental. It must be the perfect tux. There is concern over whether the tie will match the flowers and the perfect dress. There are the flowers. They must match the perfect dress and the perfect tux. There is the limo (or the Hummer, or the BMW, or whatever). The "carriage" must make the perfect statement and be waxed to a high sheen. There are the pictures - hundreds of pictures. There must be pictures of the perfect dress, the perfect tux, the perfect carriage, and of course the couple with all of their friends. There is the prom walk-in. The couples arrive in their perfect attire in their perfect carriage, have a "footman" announce their arrival and stroll through a gauntlet of photo snapping parents and other interested parties. There is the itinerary. Social hour (shower/bachelor(ette) party), dinner (rehearsal dinner), arrival (wedding procession), dance (wedding ceremony), after-party (reception).
Yes, Saturday was a huge success. Fun was had by all. Jake looked fabulous in his tux. His date had an exquisite dress. No one spilled any dinner on their perfect ensemble. It's all over...until next year.
2 Comments:
I was a lazy prom-goer. I didn't by my dress until a week before prom, just rode in our regular everyday car, ate dinner at a regular everyday restaurant...boring.
If prom is a wedding rehearsal, I hope Mom doesn't expect me to be out of the honeymoon suite and in my bed by sunrise. Eeeesh.
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