I'm not posting a picture because, well, they're heinous, so you'll just have to imagine Brad and I in all our finery. (We didn't look half bad in person but the picture is NO GOOD.)
Although we were completely exhausted after laying tile for 12+ hours, we did have a really good time. Even Brad, who, in his usual all-things-high-school-are-lame attitude, had fun seeing all of his students decked out and trying to act like adults. We were supposed to work the dance area but we spent most of our time in the front reception so we could see every kid walk through the door. SO FASCINATING.
There seems to be two schools of thought for high schoolers picking out their prom clothes:
1) I want to look like I'm ready for anything, with anyone, at anytime
2) I'm mormon
It was hilarious, in a slightly sickening, oh-no-you-di'nt sort of way. Some of the girls were beautiful. Classy, elegant, understated and down-right gorgeous. The other girls, well...they didn't leave much to the imagination and once again, I found myself being so thankful to be a woman because to watch Brad try to converse with a student whose mile-long cleavage was screaming for attention was horrifying. Painful. Awful.
I definitely felt my age that night because I really was that woman in the corner saying "didn't her father see her when she left the house?" to the other chaperones which is something I never thought I'd do. I truly could not comprehend how some of these girls made it out of their houses dressed like down-on-their-luck Vegas showgirls, but I know it's because most of them don't have parents who give a damn and that's even more horrifying.
Then there was the music. A non-stop, continuous flow of noise that doesn't have a beginning or end and sounds all the same. Brad and I danced a few times with the kids we know and then gave up because it was just too bizzare. And they don't dance in couples anymore...they all jam together in one huge gyrating crowd which was a little spooky because you couldn't see what was going on in the center of that crowd. Not so good for the chaperones, which is exactly why they do it I'm sure.
We had a good time and it was great to see all the kids we've gotten to know through school and church but I'm definitly glad not to be in high school anymore. It would be difficult trying to squeeze this post baby bod into a dress designed by a skank.