Man, I jumped the crap out of the gun with that Depeche story I
forgot all about Moab and the junior promenade. I was not planning on
going to the junior prom on account of I was broke. Then I found out
all of the guys who went to Moab for spring break were going and had
some pretty sweet plans I decided to invite myself along to that as
well. It was only a few days away and I didn't have a date or a suit
or some money so I got working lickety-split. I went into the hall
opposite f the drafting room where we had been discussing plans and
asked the girl who if she was not the hottest girl in the senior
class was at least in the running and she said yes. Girl, check –
plus. The reason why such a hot girl was still available days before
a major dance was because she was supposedly dating a college guy. A
fact that I had heard was starting to be on shaky ground as I eves
dropped a conversation she was having with a friend who sat by me in
a class where she was the T.A.. I mean the upside was immense and the
downside was that I got to go on a date with a really hot girl. Not a
bad gamble. I went to the local thrift shop and picked up tux for
less than it was going to cost to rent one. Fresh fly threads –
check – double plus. I went to order flowers and the lady said that
she had two in the fridge that were from a botched wedding order and
that was awesome. Now all I needed was the scratch to cover the paint
balling, dinner, dance, pictures, and after party. I went home and
fake did a bunch of chores and rounded up a hundred dollars on
promises and importuning. Cash flow – check. I was sitting pretty
just waiting for Saturday morning I picked up my date to go play
paint ball in what was a terrible bit of planing by boys who thought
the best idea was to take some girls to go play a game where you got
shot and received welts sometimes in visible spots right before a
dance. This was in fact just the first of three times I would make
this exact same mistake. My date was 100% gung ho and that was
awesome. I did get shot more than I would have hoped but maybe that
kept me out of the army later in life. I dropped her off to get ready
and then got duded up myself before we went to dinner. Dinner was an
uneventful affair at what passed for fancy on a high school hillbilly
budget. Except for something to do with somebody either asking the
piano player to do something funny or someone doing something funny
on the piano. If anybody remembers what it was put it in the
comments. The other good part of the evening was that my dates dress
would not stay assembled and the shoulder would fall down so
deliciously close to a peak as to draw the attention of all my fellow
red-bloods and I. No dice though, she was too quick on the catch so
that it never got more than PG, 70's PG not that smut they that
passes for PG these days.
