It's a good thing my parents have another daughter that will most likely get to do these things, because mom's love that stuff, and I would hate to have my teenage malfunction affect my her esteem as a parent.
I like to think that I was just so popular and intimidating, that all the boys were scared to ask me... so they just asked all my friends instead.
Yep, I was that girl that while her friends were dancing away at what could potentially be one of the most magical nights of their entire lives, was hanging out at walmart trying to decide which brand of ice cream to buy.
Luckily, Lindsey was right there with me: Prom night and dateless. So she understands perfectly. And I''m thankful in a way, because it's the perfect excuse as to why we do certain things. Like when I leave all the cupboards in kitchen wide open. Lindsey just says, "Well, it's because you never went to prom." And that makes it ok. I mean, I probably wouldn't have the habit of doing that if I had been able to go.
I would never say that my high school years were my "glory days" (or days that I even want to remember at all). I would say that my best years have presented themselves post-high school, and the holes inside me that high school experiences left void have been filled in different ways.
But still... PROM.
Then the ward did something magical, something that would make my dreams come true. They will be having a prom. An 80's PROM.
(Honestly, it would work out better for me if the theme was something like "2005 prom", but beggars can't be choosers, and we are both excited. )
Lindsey and I have even roped in a couple fellas to take us. You heard me right. Real live boys are taking us to a dance.
So on March 19th, the giant void in my teenage-hood will have been filled (almost 5 years later).
It's going to be magical.
All my dreams will come true.
My name is Nicole. I am 23 years old.
And I'm (finally) going to the PROM.