Oh, all the weird memories are coming back. It was the mid-70s and I was (unfortunately) on the prom committee. I went to a small high school, in a small rural town where the sheep ran scared on Friday nights. Prom was a big event - I think everyone in the class went - the jocks, the stoners, the ropers, the brains. The theme was "Dancing in the Moonlight," from a song by Cat Steves. I'd asked my date the week before (I was a little slow). I remember some of the guys on the basketball team had a ranking system as who to ask (one of the things I remember was that it involved GPA as a positive trait).
My best friend was black (one of four in the school) and got turned down repeatedly for a date. I've forgotten who he went with, but I hadn't realized how racist my town was until then. It was a dance - they weren't getting married! He was a brain too; got a full scholarship and out of town.
I just hunted out my prom pic. My girlfriend looks great, just like a lady. I look like a dweeb. Hair down past my collar, side burns out to my stache, acne. Wide lapel, baby-blue tux with very tight pants, and you can see the full outline of my dick. Thankfully I didn't realize how much I showed at the time or I would have been mortified.
A group of us had dinner, including one couple that I found out later he was gay and she was a lesbian. We had some wine and I think some Cold Duck (god awful sweet carbonated wine). One of the guys fell asleep face down in his salad.
We got to the dance late (it was at the State Capitol Rotunda). We had to vacate the place by midnight, and we went to an after party. I don't remember where it was, but we were smoking cigars and drinking, and I remember my date sitting up on a stool, in my jacket (she was cold) smoking a cigar with a beer in her hand, laughing like anything and being bright, witty, and charming. Not much happenened for us that night (we'd been having sex all year, so it wasn't something we had to do). The big scandal was that one couple had gone off around one a.m., and hadn't shown up at their homes until 10 the next morning. They'd parked and had fallen asleep - no sex, just cricks in their necks.
Then there was graduation night....
Take care
Ceg