To tell the truth of all the formal dances I’d been to in high school (I went to 6, prom included) prom was the lamest. I’m not sure if it was because I’d already been to so many formals already or what but when I look back it’s always with a very bittersweet feeling.
During that spring, I’d been dating a guy named Adam. To tell the honest truth, Adam was more of a rebound guy than anything else. But I liked him well enough. He was older than me and in college but he asked me to my prom and I was very excited to go. I immediately went out and bought a hot pink dress (as you can see in the picture) and proceeded to go tanning for the first time in my entire life (and actually, the only other time I faked baked was for my wedding).
Then, about a week before prom Adam broke up with me. Even though I wasn’t totally into him I was still hurt. But we decided to still go to prom as friends since the tickets had already been purchased.
The night before prom Adam came to my house and we ended up reconciling. To this day I don’t know if it’s because he really did have a change of heart or if it’s because he thought I’d actually be cliche enough to lose my virginity on prom night (no offense to those who DID lose their v-card that night). More on that later. But we got back together and that just added to my excitement over prom.
Prom day, though, just didn’t seem as great as the movies make it out to be. The hairdresser couldn’t do my hair the way I wanted it and blamed me for not coming in for a hair trial (I was 18, I had no idea about hair trials). It was raining and Adam forgot his tux as school (yes, I dated a guy that actually owned his own tux). The good part was making dinner at my best friend’s house. It was Adam and me, my best friend and her boyfriend (who she later married) and another friend and her boyfriend. After dinner, a bunch of other friends came over and our parents all showed up to take a million pictures.
Our prom took place at the Landmark Center in St. Paul and THAT was gorgeous. However, I don’t remember much about the actual prom. I do remember being really uncomfortable in my strapless bra and thinking that the DJ was kind of lame. My friends and I spent a lot of the night goofing around and didn’t dance much. One friend left early with her boyfriend to go have their own fun. And then my best friend, her boyfriend, Adam and I decided to ditch early. We ended up at a little coffeeshop in Minneapolis and had more fun there than we’d had at our own prom.
Afterward, Adam and I stopped by a friend’s after party for a little while and ended up back and my parents’ house, where Adam was spending the night. And, like I said, where he tried to push me further than I wanted and I told him no.
Two days later Adam broke up with me. Again.
Yeah, my prom was kind of a let down. But I’m lucky enough to have 5 other formal dances that I had fun at so I can’t be too sad.
And I’m hoping that every teenager going to their prom this May has more fun than I did, that is for sure.