prom 1988
Too bad, Sprite! We found the foto and you are outed, as is your date.
What beauty lies here. Just look! OK. Let's Trisha. Check back in the blog to the Pillsbury couple in front of a painting called "Tidal Pull" (Corky-View #3 Tidal Pull). So much happened between this foto and that painting but that is what life is about. That is what this blog is about. That is what love and history and connection is about. She and Brent have deep history. And now I get to co-opt that connection and begin (which I already have) a connection of my own with her and her amazing husband, John.
Meanwhile, in the interest of not getting over-klemped, check out Trisha's fantastic hair. It's SO 80's and in red glorious red, not to be outdone.
So, B.... tell us a story about the evening, if you can remember, and I know you can.....
(Brent speaking) Okay, I'll comment ..now that our life-photos have been consolidated (this could get scary, sweet Wendy). Prom 1988 ---- no one barfed and there was no hanky-panky among friends. Best man Bob was involved, as were Rev. Boyce and others. After the lame paddle-boat cruise near Lake City, I seem to remember an eight-foot tall bonfire near the Cannon River ignited by the power of gasoline. Good times, nonetheless. We were good for at least that, right?
posted by wendy lewis at 5/03/2005 07:29:00 PM
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PROM!!!! 04/25/05 6:51 pm
ok so i have something to tell ya'll and im really exited!! see i wasnt going to go to prom this year.. no money.. no dress.. no ticket.. but i did have a date! lol thats the only thing i had.... so my sisters friend offered to give me one of her many prom dresses and i said i wasnt sure, but now i definitley want to go. my friend annie, briz, sharon, bailey are going. so i wont be totally alone.. im going with tony but hes a sophomore and i have a feeling hes gay ya know but not out of the closet yet. so i have no romatic feelings torwards him. hes a good pal.. so dont worry everyone.. im not getting laid on prom night.. much to my dissapointment lol
ME
Prom is more than typical, but it borders on boring. It's the hype that makes it so special. Not just the hype at school, but the hype that starts in fifth grade when you watch a teenage movie about prom. It starts when you see the Seventeen Magazine covers at the checkout line about the "Perfect Prom Dress" and when you watch the Oscars and envision those red carpets, the limousines, and that gorgeous date.
Alas, prom, like the rest of high school, seems to be a sad downhill disappointment. Not only was I too overwhelmed with homework to worry about a dress, but I had yet to find a date. A week before prom I got my date. A few days later, I found my dress. But it was OK because by the time you are in high school and can go to your own prom (and not with some "nice" senior guy when you're a freshman) you have to play it down. It's not cool to care about prom.
It also wasn't, according to my friends, cool to take a limousine, let alone drive. We decided to go Mickey D-style. You know those commercials where these teenagers are dressed up for prom (obviously) and head for McDonalds instead of some fancy restaurant? We took the bus: Golden Gate Transit is the way to go.
Time was running short the day of prom. My date told me, late in the afternoon, that we had to make the 5:55 p.m. bus. That meant meeting at my school (which was 10 minutes from the bus stop) at 5:30 p.m., which meant leaving from my house by 5 p.m. Naturally, I wanted to get ready with my friends. But at 3 p.m., one was still sewing her dress, one just got home from painting (I still don't know what she was doing), and one was still having her hair done. At around 4:30 p.m. we finally met up, with half an hour to go. Let me just say this: one of them forgot her bra (a painful experience) and boutonnière, and the other was still sewing her dress on the way over to the bus stop.
We missed the bus, which meant catching the next one half an hour later. But we had loads of fun waving at cars like celebrities and getting honks from nostalgic adults. And like I said, the rest of prom was boring. I danced, I ate, I ran around the venue, and then I ran to the bathroom to fix my strapless bra and gossip with my friends about prom. The after party was like any other party. And at the end of the night, I realized that prom had completely lost its magical aura.
It was the day of Senior Prom. A day where nerves, anxieties, anticipation and youthful hormones intertwine in a collusion of proportions of such magnitude that it can only occur once per year. For some it can be the most magical night of their high school lives, but for most the night ends in disappointment that will live on in their young minds for eternity.
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i never went to prom.... it was a dork jock event at my school and we were too cool for it, right trisha cornona? i do remember however, having friends in all groups, being nominated for homecoming queen and turning it down. then, paradoxically, trisha & i were "dancing boots" for two consecutive years. (.... tc.... i'll post mine if you will!!!)
I ran in nearly all circles in high school, never really fit completely into any of them. My best friends were the art room crowd and the hockey jocks--quite the odd mix when I think of it now.
I had dozens of female friends. In many ways I've always prefered the company of women. But do you think I could ever get past my shyness to ask one of the girls out? I did ask a few to prom but it was a no-go. At my 20th reunion one of the women I had asked told D that she turned me down because she didn't want me to get the wrong idea. Believe me, I didn't think of her "that" way either. Just wanted to go to Prom.
I've survived and prospered. I'm now married (26 years tomorrow) to the best woman in the world. I figure the girls back then didn't know what they were missing. D says so, too.
Hey there missy -- Dr. Ruth has her own 'Blog! This blog is supposed to be about monkeys, crazy chairs, the filibuster, Planet of the Apes, Welding, Bowling, Piling, and old goofy pictures of my family and people that my grandfather didn't know ;-)
I remember this prom too well...Mom and Dad were out of town and Grandma was busy worrying about us! I went with some guy as a favor at the last minute (my dress was only $25) and the big dork ate off of my plate! I mean, he didn't even ask, "yo babe, ya gonna eat that?"
If Wendy had attended prom with B, Wendy would still be in prison under the law opposing "jail bait."
I must take my share of the sex-talk blame, too. Hey, B, where is Dr. Ruth's blog?
uh .... yeah ... she's got a 'blog. uh .... a really big 'blog.
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