My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
With all the prom festivities going on right now, it’s caused me to have a flash-back to 1974 when I was a senior in high school and preparing for the big event.First of all, I couldn’t make up my friggin’ mind about who I wanted to ask to go with me, and ended up taking someone I should have never taken.
(I think it was karma pay-back)
I should have taken the young lady I really liked, but instead took a girl who was in the senor high school play with me, who had portrayed my girlfriend in the show.
(have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous in your life?)
And after I made this stupid decision…I could have kicked myself.
She was a DRAMA QUEEN…who thought she was going to be the next Academy Award winner.
Two days before the prom she surprised me, by dying her long, stick-straight hair…jet black. She thought that because she had a quarter of an ounce of Cherokee Indian blood in her and had a long nose…she would look like Cher.
But she didn’t.
After she dyed her hair, she just ended up looking like a Kitchen Witch.
(aren’t I horrible?)
In fact, the only thing about her that looked like Cher, was that her hair was parted down the middle.
Now mind you, I was no stud-muffin myself. Between my 70’s bouffant hairstyle and my tuxedo, I looked like I was trying to do an impersonation of Wayne Newton in a Las Vegas nightclub act.
And come to think of it…between my prom date and my own hideous look…we must have closely resembled the Sonny and Cher Show.
(“I’ve got you, babe”)
I wish I had some pictures to show you…because you’d die!
Anyway…our going together was all wrong. Did you ever go on a date with someone and there’s a constant underlining strain to the evening? Well…strained it was!
We acted like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.”
I’m only grateful that my best friend and his young lady, who double dated with us, were a match made in heaven, because they sort of buffered the tension.
Oh well, it’s fun to look back on your mistakes…isn’t it?
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