But once it's here, it's not nearly as chalked up as it should be. The boys are by no means Prince Charmings, the venue does not even remotely resemble Cinderella's castle, and the after party, the thing you've been looking forward to the most, ends up being just a normal night bumming around, and at some point, passing out uncomfortably in your car.
Even though our Prance lacked a little - what do you call it... sparkle? - it was something I definitely won't be forgetting. Actually, come to think of it, the actual Prance is really all just a blur to me. It was the adventure that happened afterwards that was a whirlwind of moments. Walking barefoot through the parking lot of Coral Ocean Point at midnight, messing with my hairpiece at 1, ordering pancakes at Shirley's at 2, knocking hopelessly on my door at 3, sweating in the car, trying to get a little sleep, at 4 in the morning. But I think what really makes the night isn't what you do necessarily, it's who you're with. For a lot of people, this means a big group, going around and making noise, but as for me, I prefer doing things with just one person who means a lot to me. It's a shame our relationship is a ticking time bomb, counting down until the day I leave on that plane, but I digress. That's not what this blog is about.
The theme this year was "Midnight in Paris". I had the lovely task of leading the minutemen that made up the Prance Committee, saving STUCO from their sinking ship. I had barely an hour or so to get ready, I didn't quite get the princess treatment (my sister, a year younger than me, was pampered more for the prom than I, a senior was). And yet somehow... I felt more beautiful than I had ever felt at any other prom (which is a thing I must also lament, as all the pictures that were taken before Prance ended up being blurry). The thing is, I don't think it was the make-up or the synthetic hair that made me feel beautiful, it was just everything about the night! It was the final prom night, and I was so ready for it. I'm giddy with excitement over graduation, despite the endless amount of paperwork from the "pacifist" Mr. Lee. I think the only thing more beautiful than my Prance dress is going to be my graduation gown, and, well, maybe my wedding dress.
I'm never going to forget the people that were with me on that dance floor at Charley's; no matter where we are or what challenges we will face, and no matter how many hundreds of miles away we are from each other, we know we'll always have each other's backs. And maybe, someday sooner than we think, we'll all find ourselves bumming around with each other once again.
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| I love these people. |
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