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Prom Night

So, in the midst of a really long grind at work for me and a really long period of tests, papers and more tests for Kid Z, we had a little respite. An oasis of fun, nostalgia, fashion and dancing, if you will. Prom.  The ubiquitous high school rite of passage that was an absolute minefield for my teenaged self.  My prom memories are littered with cringing failures and awkward incidents best left locked away in the special part of my brain along with my embarrassing drug and alcohol fueled incidents, sexual miscues and inept criminal activities. Instead of the follies of youth and prom in particular, I prefer to remember the good times.  However, the more I think of the good times I had at prom, the more I remember backseat gropings, unzipped prom dresses and  Paradise by the Dashboard Light.  I think back to those times while I look at this.....

...and I think "Oh HELL no! This can't be!  I'm being punished!  Holy shit! Lookit her!" and I begin trying to think of ways to get her to wear another dress.  Maybe a burka.  Yeah, that would be good.  Head to toe coverage. Yeah, that's it. But then reality sets in and I realize that there's no way I'm arguing with her about anything right now.  She's so happy, and its been a rough year for her So I gotta let her go have some fun.  But Jesus she looks amazing...too amazing for the likes of this guy....

...yeah yeah - sure they've been dating for over a year and yeah, he's always respectful and nice to her, and yeah, he's an Eagle Scout  and yeah, his parents rule over him with an iron fist...but still....I know what's on his pea sized monkey mind.  Great slabs of sexual thoughts directed at My Daughter.  I have to think of a way to get the little fuckweasel alone so I can show him once again just how sharp the knives are in my chef's kit. I can introduce him to my Glock and my .38 long barrel magnum.  I'm about to casually mention that I de-boned twenty chickens in 30 minutes today when Kid Z breaks out the flowers....

...and well... as they mess about with this flower stuff I try to distract myself from either bursting into tears or socking Prom Boy in the yarbles and running away. I look at the ground and I notice their shoes. His are pretty cool, but they look uncomfortable.  Z's are pretty cool too. I begin to feel calmer....

...And then later as I'm taking pictures of the Couple next to this sweet car, I fantasize about how easy it would be to jump in the thing and grind Prom Boy's life away under the Shelby's racing slicks spinning away at 8000RPM....

...but then that would make Z sad, so I vanquish that fantasy and Z comes up to me as they are getting ready to leave and she can tell I'm having trouble by just looking at me...she comes up to me and tells me it'll be okay, they won't be out long and that she'll text me to let me know what's going on.  And I know they are all lies, but I take them anyway and I hold onto them because anything else is just too hard to think about right now and I go home to wait for her holding onto her last words as she went laughing into her magical night..."Don't worry daddy, everything's gonna be alright..."


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May. 19th, 2011 09:29 am (UTC)
I love the last two pix in this series especially. Z is so lovely and fresh! And wise-looking somehow: an old soul. But yeah, daughters! When my boys were bonsai hellcats I used to long for a girl. But when they hit adolescence and I realized, Hey! Boys can't get pregnant!, I was very thankful to have sons. :-)
May. 19th, 2011 11:43 am (UTC)
At least he's not wearing a powder blue tux with a frilly shirt.
Jun. 2nd, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
Great post, I laughed at your description of the parental side of the prom equation.

Look forward to reading more; added you back, too.
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