A local radio station has a Second Chance Prom every year to benefit their charity. I’ve wanted to go for the past 8 years but there has always been something that stood in the way or Will just flat out refusing to go. This year while he was on AT, I bought tickets. Hah. We went with Shannon and Tony and I must tell you, it was a freaking riot! We had the best time evah! It was way better than a high school prom; everyone had to be over 21 and there was a cash bar. We danced. We laughed. We made fun of those who brought out their mid-80s prom dresses. It ranged from church-type clothes to shiny pimp-like duds. I told Shannon that even though we were giggling our tushies off at the puff sleeves and Gone With the Wind-esque bows, every girl there thought she was the bell of the ball and felt pretty*, which is very, very important. However, their friends should have been gracious enough to tell them that sleeves stuffed with tissue paper went out with Hammer pants. Will even had a better time than he ever thought possible; I think we all did.
It was an amazing night and I hope that those who turned us down this year will go next year. For the rest of you, pack up and head our way – you can go, too.
Hammer pants (for those who may not know or can’t remember)
At the prom
Tony and Shannon
Tony and Will (Darn them for being so photogenic!!)
*Before anyone stumbles here and makes a snide comment:
- No, I don’t think I’m better than anyone. I just dressed more tasteful than some and I know it – so did 93% of the other people there.
- My dress was bought 3 weeks before prom so I know it’s in the right decade. Besides, it’s black, not peach taffeta.
- Shannon went with me and told me what looked good and didn’t and I trust her.
- Will thought I looked smokin’ hot and that’s what matters.