The Mission Impossible Challenge

Namzola, over at The Fire House, is my inspiration for today’s blog.  Although I secretly think she’s trying to steal my A-list of followers, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt on this one, and play along.

Have a quick read of her blog, before reading this one, to understand what’s going on here.

Question: A mistake or regret you hope your kids will never repeat.

Answer:   Attending Senior Prom.

For those of you who don’t know what Senior Prom is all about; well, it’s the dance of all dances for high school students. Their final year together as a class for one and; a night to share with close friends, and even make new ones but basically it’s an opportunity to go hog wild.  Most kids do!  

 

Lots of crazy stuff “purportedly” happens before, on and after Senior Prom Night.  Some good memories, some not-so-good memories, and a few unthinkable memories we’d rather not discuss. Ever! For example going to the dance with the ugliest guy/girl in the class or getting so sh$t-faced you vomit all over your dad’s one and only tuxedo.   Worse, it’s the tuxedo he married your mother in.  Ouch!  Or, some poor insecure girl losing her virginity, to some old cornbread feed country bumpkin named Buddy, Spike or John, in the front seat of his dad’s Ford pickup truck.  I offer a sincere apology to anyone reading this blog whose first names are mentioned above.  They’re completely random.    

If the truth be known, I didn’t attend my high school prom.  Now that might not sound that awful to some.  But for me, it was and still is a personally low point in my life.   A moment in my life, for which I wish I could have a redo. 

Lord knows I tried to get a date for the big night.  But after asking several potential dates, and being told 1) Going with someone else, 2) My parents won’t let me go, because they know what goes on at proms!, or 3) Being told flat out HECK NO!, I gave up. 

On prom night I hung out at home with my father and younger sister.  I remember my father asking me if there was something wrong with me; why I’m not going to my senior prom?  That was pretty painful stuff to hear from one’s father.   To help ease my frustration, he offered to teach me how to play penny poker.  All was fun for a few hours until; he commenced to beating the snot out of me.  And not just one hand of poker, but every hand.  My old man took all my money in the space of three hours!  Ah, the lessons a son learns from his father.

I want Christopher to attend his high school prom and experience all its glitz and glory.  For him to experience the whole process like, renting a tuxedo, setting up a reservation at a local restaurant to take his date and renting a massive limo to drive to the prom in, would be a dream come true.  As for all the other “talked about stuff” that may or may not happen at prom, I’ll be sure to discuss those issues prior to the event.  I like to call it the “Crisis Management” talk. A friendly reminder to him of why, it’s so important to keep ones “driver” in the golf bag.  

And if he’s not able to find a date, well, I have a solution for that as well.   He can take his mother.  Yikes! Maybe not his mom...  He might hate me for that one.  But she is an incredibly attractive twenty-nine year old in a thirty year olds body.  I mean who wouldn’t want to take their mom to prom, especially if she looks as good as Christopher’s mom.

If you went to your high school prom, did any of the guys bring their moms, or did any of the girls bring their dads, as dates?