My Daughter has Prom tonight.
Well, actually, she is getting her make up done at 10am. Then her hair at 11. Then Pre-Prom starts at 2, and it will be a half hour cab ride to the person hosting pre prom. Need to be at school by 4pm for the busses to leave at 430.
As of now it’s like, a 65% chance of rain.
Pre prom is outside- big roof.
Prom is at a lovely place in New Jersey, with a big terrace overlooking the Hudson River.
But the whole thing surrounding prom….
Some people hated prom. Others said it was the best night of their lives. Some simply do not go. What makes this night special enough to warrant a million emotions?
My Daughter hates the abstract idea of prom being something that one takes a date to. To her, it is a school dance, and therefore, as a school event, there should be no push to have this a dated event. At the beginning of Senior Year, she and her five best friends made a pact: Unless someone was in a relationship, there would be no dates. This would be their last Hurrah as a group, before they head out to various parts of the country.
Except the first prama came when one girl wanted to bring a date- a boy she did not know that well…
In the end, she’s not bringing a date. But the angst….the ridiculous conversations….the prama….
Tables. Who is going to sit where and with whom. That was a fun ten days…
Where are they going to do pre prom? How many pre proms are they going to?
Where are they changing after prom for the after prom….
Do you want to go in the talk of who is renting a space for after prom? Which diner they will go to at 6am?
And the anxiety has already begun in my house as my daughter is one very taut nerve. If you want to know why parents lose their cool, it’s events like this….
I’m sipping tea, listening to the jackhammers in the background, knowing that that will be the least annoying sound I hear today. I’m sure the whining will be much worse….
But I also know that at 4pm, when my daughter is standing under golf umbrellas with her friends, and they all look so pretty, and their smiles will be flashing, I will stand next to by friend S, and we will tear up a little, and we will hug each other. We will smile and laugh and cry. We will watch our incredible daughters head off to, hopefully, an incredible night under the stars.
I’m sure that Billy Joel tune will ring in my ears- “Now before we end, and then begin, we’ll drink a toast to how it’s been, I’ve loved these days.”