5.04.2003

Prom. Did I go? Yes. Was it expensive? Yes. Was it worth it? Without question.

Yesterday/this morning was my first school dance. Ever. I had such a good time, and I couldn't have done it without the help of a very special lady (Kristen). Saturday marked our one week anniversary of offically "going out." For those interested, here's the highlights

Sat morning
I woke up around 8, kicked back and worried about prom for a while. I cut some grass, filled up my tank/washed my car, and picked up Kristen's flower.

Sat afternoon
Much to Kristen's dismay, "getting ready" for prom for me (minus all the planning and getting things) consisted of a 15 minute shower and about 10 minutes to put on my tux. This is compared to the 4+ hours she took with hair, nails, dress, ect. (I think that it was definitely worth it, but more on that later). Several new things that day, including cuff links (I didn't know what they were or how they worked), dress shoes (unlike sneakers, they click..........disturbing........I thought somebody was following me), and the tux itself (penguin man). Still, I think I looked pretty spiffy. After I got all dressed up, I drove over to pick up Kristen. I was shaking a little, but I was too worried to notice. I saw her walk down the stairs.............she was so pretty I had to stop and get my breath. Her whole family (minus her mother) was there for pictures, as well as her neighbors. I didn't mind the pictures so much, just hoped I didn't look dumb next to her. She pinned on my flower, and I gave her mine, and then we went back to my house. My family was all there, and the polaroid proves that she's taller than me with high heels on. Did I mention that she looked pretty? Next, we stopped to pick up Jason and Karen, (geez he's tall........and, no offense, geez she's short). We met the other couples at the Red Roof Inn before we left for dinner (total of 10- me, Kristen, Jason, Karen, Chris, Nesi, Heather, her date (sorry buddy, nobody told me your name), Michal, and Harrison).

More to follow, when I get time.

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