Flashback Friday: Senior Prom #1...

Aww..Look at me all dressed up. It must be..Yes, that's right..PROM NIGHT!! WOO!! And, it's senior prom night. It's April 21, 2001. I have on my best dress, my hair's all did. I'm looking FLY! Yeah, I did just say that. I'm looking fly. Yes, I did just say that again. Let's hear the story!

So, I wake up in anticipation of my awesome prom. It's my senior year. This prom is sure to be better than the prom before. I CAN'T WAIT. I stayed at my friend's house, who is the sister of my boyfriend. We're all hyper with anticipation. We CANNOT wait. Did I say that already? Well, now you get it.

The prom is to be held at Heritage Square in downtown Phoenix. It's outdoors. It's going to be fabulous. It's been raining all morning, but by the time my friend and I leave to get out hair done, it's actually starting to show a little sign that it's going to clear, and his name is SUN. We talk excitedly about our night ahead. We giggle all the way through the mall on our way to the salon. We gab nonstop in our chairs while our hair is pulled and teased and pinned painfully to our heads. Off topic, but why does the bobby pin have to hurt some damn bad!? When our hair is finally done, we get up, head to pay for our beautiful do, and look outside to see..RAIN! And it ain't small..Oh no. It is POURING rain. Buckets. The monsoon has decided to make a little day trip to AZ on the day of our prom. The salon workers give us bags (oh yeah, BAGS!) to put over our heads, and we run like crazy people to our car.

We head back to her place, dress in our finest, and head out to dinner with out dates. The rain lets up while we're eating. We're hopeful. It'll be great still. Right...Right? RIGHT? Parking for this thing ends up being 3 blocks from the square. We park, and walk the three blocks, turn the corner and see.....NOTHING. NO ONE! We see some dangling balloons, a few falling streamers and a security guard coming towards us. He's telling us that prom has been moved, to the high school cafeteria. My friend and I are shivering. Our dates hand us their coats and run to fetch the cars, while we take refuge in the small kitchen that is off to the side of the square. While we stand in the kitchen doorway, we can see people from our rival school arriving to their prom, just a few steps away at the Arizona Science Center. Fantastic.

We head to the high school. What do we find? A small semblance of something that is supposed to be a prom. There is a last minute DJ and a character artist. The caterer refused to come to the school and set up. There were hardly any decorations and almost zero seating. The security guards who came from home to supervise our dance on their day off refused to open snack and pop machines for us. It was the prom from hell. We took our pictures. We got our gifts. We left 20 minutes after we arrived. As we were leaving, it started POURING again. I stood under the awning of the gym while my date ran for the car, pulled up to the curb, and then I ran to get in.

So, in my picture that I took in the car, I'm all dressed up in the parking lot of my high school after leaving my senior prom.

I got a second chance though. Tune in next week for the conclusion to this story!