My Saturday was quite, once again, uneventful. Spent some time cleaning out my room and did some P90x but other than that nothing but yet another lazy day. Free time is still abundant but I am better at finding ways of remedying it. The cats were very vocal today which was kind of surprising I guess. Joe, my cat, especially wanted to be held a lot. She was walking around the upstairs practically yowling at us to "follow her around" and then pet her. She is so dramatic loves being the center of attention... I wonder where she gets it from.
Closed out the Saturday by making last minute plans to see Iron Man 2 with my Dad. Tonight was Prom night for my Alma Matter, or former high school I guess so I decided to avoid any restaurants. It's really late, usually it's like the last week in April. Sure it's been shifted only a week or so later, but it feel so late. Believe it or not there are some Nebraska high schools that actually have allowed their seniors to be done already. My cousin graduated I think Mother's day weekend or the Thursday after. Crazy, I didn't graduate until May 31st...
Anyway, I have mixed emotions about the whole Prom experience. I went my sophomore year and had a somewhat fun time, refused to go my junior year (due to circumstances that could fill an entire blog entry on their own) and then was drafted to go my senior year as I was up for Prom royalty. The month of April was really awful for me senior year and it culminated with my Dad moving out signaling the end of my parents 25 years of marriage.
I love getting dressed up and went with a big group of my closest friends. My date was a blast and no lie I was actually pretty pumped to go to prom. I mean seriously, who doesn't like getting dressed up? So, the actual dance aspect of Prom went well and toward the end of the evening it came time for them to announce who won what for royalty. Naturally, I expected nothing. I mean seriously. It's a popularity contest. I'm loud and outgoing, but I by no means expected anything. I was in Speech, Orchestra, and Choir. Three strikes against me at my high school. To announce the candidates for the "court" they called us up in groups and I just smiled.
Now sadly, like many other large suburban high schools, prom isn't what it used to be. It's not the nice, clean and fun version that smaller town schools enjoy. No. Mine was dominated by a majority of wealthy drunk kids grinding and vomiting all over each other. They had rolled up in their slick black Escalade limos and party buses and clearly had already partaken in lots of fun before the night had even begun. Where am I going with this you may ask? Simply setting the atmosphere.
So, as names were called for 3rd, and 2nd place (Prince and Princess, Duke and Duchess... something like that...) I was content with just standing up there in the back. And then the unthinkable happened. No, I didn't trip and fall. No, my tie wasn't untied or anything like that. Instead, they called my name. No, not as just "our other members of the Royal Court" (AKA... losers). No, I was Prom King. Haley, a fellow musician and academic, was Queen. The impossible had happened... and for about 3 seconds it felt so magical.
It was like the Disney movie ending to my awful April. Lots of my friends cheered and waved... it seemed so unreal.
And it kind of was. Within seconds, those who had obviously also agreed with me in thinking I had no chance in hell to win started booing. Their voices only got louder... and their shouts and frustrations boiled over. Someone shoved somebody else and soon a massive wall of people were charging the stage. I barely got my crown, they pretty much threw Haley her's. I think the yearbook photo shows Haley "dropping it". No she didn't drop it, she was trying to catch it.
My mom, who was trying to take pictures, was shoved over to the side and practically knocked over. My Dad couldn't even see me.
Once the smoke and vomit had cleared, some photos were taken. It still felt somewhat magical, but the allure had worn off. I still don't know what was worse, being booed or agreeing with those that were booing...
Anyway, went and saw Iron Man 2. I thought it was decent but wasn't as good as the first. My Dad ended up leaving like 15 minutes early (ask me to explain this... I'll try). I sat it out by myself. I've seen movies by myself before, believe you me the "walk of shame" out of the theatre obviously alone is not fun.
Tomorrow is Sunday. One more day until his majesty!
Happy Mothers Day!
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