“You’re right. But this is the last night, and it’s the last dance. And for that one night, who we were for four years of high school…it doesn’t matter. It’s just all of us together in one perfect moment.”
– Nova Prescott, Prom
Yes, yes, I’m a high school Senior guy who just quoted a Disney movie rated PG for “mild language and a brief fight.” It isn’t an excellent movie by any stretch, but I do love that one line from it. Especially since my last school dance ever is in around five hours, and I still can’t take in the fact that I’m about to go to Senior Prom.
Here’s the thing: last year, for Junior Prom, I was excited beyond belief to go. I remember getting dressed—to ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man,” by the way—and I just said under my breath, “Prom” and shook my head, in the what am I even doing? kind of way. I went with one of my best friends I’d met in middle school. I hadn’t hung out with her in a while, and it was a great night. No drama or anything, just plain fun. And I remember as it ended that I would be really sad next year at this time, because it would be my last school dance ever.
Which is all fine and dandy, except it feels like Junior Prom was literally a month ago. In fact, all of eleventh grade feels like no more than half a year ago.
I plan to have even more fun this year than I did last year. Heck, I’ve always had high standards: I plan for this to be the best dance ever. If it’s my last one, then for the love of the Lord is it going to be good. The music could be terrible, the decorations could make me want to throw up…it doesn’t matter. I’d like to believe I make my own fun, but more importantly, so does the incredible girl I’m going with.
Maybe it should throw my nostalgic gears out of sync since the girl I’m going with (my girlfriend) is the girl I went to my 9th grade Homecoming with. My date for my first high school formal is also my date for my last dance ever. And I couldn’t be more ecstatic. It’ll be awesome to take pictures and compare them to old ones, see if we still struggle to get the wrist corsage on and still talk about how bad (or good) the music is.
I’ve blogged about dances before. Before my last Homecoming ever, I shared my list of Getting Ready for Dances: Guys vs. Girls. More recently, I blogged about Asking Girls to Dance(s). And now, I’m blogging about Prom. This is all tied up in a neat little bow, isn’t it?
What I’m trying to say is, this night is going to be the culmination of the best parts of all dances I’ve been to. Ever. I didn’t plan it that way, it’s just happening on its own. Okay, a small part of me is easing the process along. For example, today I repeated the daily routine I conduct before every school dance. And, because I have space to fill up, I’ll list it for you:
- The night before, watch the Yule Ball scene from “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.”
- I wake up and listen to a part of the “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” audio book from the part at the Horcrux cave to Snape revealing that he’s the Half-Blood Prince. I did that my first Homecoming and have done that for every dance since.
- I go pick up my date’s wrist corsage from this sketchy (but good) flower shop in the middle of town. I started this my first Homecoming, and got attacked by this cat who lived in there, too. I’ve tried not to repeat that one.
- I have lunch at this amazing Greek Pizza restaurant
- I chill out and write in the afternoon
- Starting last year, I also use this time to wash my car, since I drive now and the inside of that thing could be on an episode of Hoarders.
- Because I was so nervous my first Homecoming, I spent the late afternoon watching Lizzie McGuire reruns while eating pan pizza. I minimally repeat that one.
- Get ready, go, and have an awesome time.
So far today, I’ve done everything on that list up to the car washing, which I’ll go do as soon as I post this. I got a beautiful wrist corsage for my girlfriend, and I think the cat that attacked me in the shop Freshman year has since died, because it was nowhere to be found.
Also last year before Junior Prom, the night before actually, I watched the movie “Contact” with Jodie Foster (loved it), then the movie “Prom,” which I quoted above. I have to admit, that one got me pumped up even more now than it did last year.
I’m rambling now, so I’ll get to my real point. My real point is, we do a bunch of things in middle school and high school that we forget, even if they seem fun at the time. Parties, casual dances, trips, summer camps. But if you ask almost any adult, they’ll remember exactly who they went to prom with. They probably even have pictures, still. This is one of the first events of my life that everyone remembers for the rest of their lives.
Prom commemorates school dances, which in my opinion are the most fun social events out there. And I just wanted to take a moment to post before it happens, because in twelve hours, it’ll be over. Tomorrow at this time, Senior Prom will be just a memory, something for me to blog about and look at pictures of an remember fondly. But right now, I can sit here and type and tell the world that I haven’t experienced it yet. And that’s a beautiful thing, I think. Being able to look forward to living in the moment rather than look back at having done it already. Because I do plan on living the moment tonight, probably (I’m sorry…PROMbably…snicker snicker snicker) more than I have in a long time. That way, when I look back and it is just a memory, I can know without a doubt that it’s one of the best memories of my high school years.
So, wish me luck for a perfect night, everyone. I know it will be.
Right now, though, it hasn’t happened yet. The night hasn’t started. Right now, I just have a car to wash.
And I seriously couldn’t be happier about it.