You know what time of year it is? That’s right -- it’s prom season. It that time where taffeta and pastels rear their ugly heads, and limousines are booked months in advance. I always used to say that more condoms were sold in the days leading up to prom than at any other time of the year. I have facts to prove that. It’s just conjecture. And it sure didn’t happen for my prom. Just saying. Actually, most of the area schools probably already had their prom, so maybe this is old news already.
|Wendy and I before the Roy-Hart Prom|
I got to go to two proms my senior year. Let me assure you that it wasn’t because I was some kind of ladies man. My girlfriend went to a different school. Yes, Rich Dodge, she is a real person. So, we went together to her prom at Roy-Hart and we went together to the Lockport prom. Her shindig was the first one. Mine was a week or two later.
I think we asked each other to our respective proms while sitting in the car in my parents’ driveway after an afternoon date. I was on my way to work, and apparently on my way to the prom. With both mothers being seamstresses, there was a pretty good chance that Wendy’s dress would be homemade. Of course, it was, and it was wonderful. She wore it for both dances. She was (still is) beautiful.
|Me, Wendy, and Matt before the Lockport|
Prom. How appropriate that there is
a police car cruising by.
Wendy’s prom was the first time I ever stayed out all night. And, boy, was my dad not happy. I think we got our wires crossed. I thought for sure I was good to go for staying out. He was unaware, and I got in huge trouble. Of course, by the time my prom came around, we didn’t stay out all night, but we pushed it to the limits.
At Wendy’s prom, I knew a few of the people she went to school with. I didn’t know many, but there were enough that I didn’t feel too uncomfortable. Besides, I had Wendy to dance with, which made up for the fact that I didn’t know a lot of people. The dance was at the Best Western in Lockport, but we went out to Barker with some friends after the prom. It was a fun night despite the trouble that it brought for me.
Lockport’s prom was a wonderful tonight. Actually, that was the theme song -- “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton. It took place at the hotel on Millersport Highway near University at Buffalo. Honestly, I was considering bypassing the hotel, keep driving to Orchard Park, and hope for a miracle. We would have been the best dressed people at the concert.
|Matt "pins" on Aaron's corsage.|
One of the most memorable moments of the prom itself was the Great Mattini. Not exactly enamoured with the entertainment that we had, Matt decided that he was going to do his own magic tricks. Granted, it may have only been stacking some of the decorations from our table and neighboring tables into towers of glitter, but he did it with just enough sweat to make it seem like his life was in danger.
|The Great Mattini performs with his assistant, Steve.|
I didn’t stay out all night after the dance. I learned my lesson the week before. We got back to my house around 3 or 4 in the morning. I set Wendy up on the couch in the living room, while I slept in the basement. I’m not so sure how well that went over, but no one really said anything. We were going to Letchworth in the morning with some friends, so it was just easier for her to stay at the house.
The Letchworth trip on Sunday morning was planned for quite awhile. It wasn’t my idea, but it was a good one. After a beautiful Saturday, Sunday was dark, dreary, and very wet. Wendy and I picked up our friend, Jim (another Jim, not the same Jim from the houseparty), and headed down to the park. We were supposed to meet a bunch of people from the night before, but it ended up only being me, Wendy and Jim. Everyone else got turned off by the rain. The three of us had a great time, even if it was wet. Of course, I gave the rest of the guys a bit of a hard time when we got back to school on Monday. They weren’t sugar. They weren’t going to melt.
Well, this edition of “Reminiscing” may be a bit more boring than my usual fare, but I had a lot of fun thinking back and seeing some of the photos. I find it hard to believe that it’s been twenty-four years since the prom. Aside from graduation, it was the last time that all of the group was together at one place at the same time. Sometimes, I miss those days. I don’t miss the awkwardness of that time, but I miss the camaraderie. Those were some good times.
Next Week: Graduation. It’s that time of the year!