Royal Masquerade Ball, 1987

Malcontent Mama threw down the prom gauntlet. I had no choice but to respond in kind. So here goes:

Me and my prom date. This guy, who we'll call "MD," was my on-again/off-again boyfriend for a big chunk of my junior and senior years in highschool. He was a year older, and went to the rival highschool across town. He was really rich, and his mom hated me because I wasn't. Anyway, ours was a pretty typical highschool relationship, complete with drama and numerous breakups. He was already a freshman at U.T. when he agreed to come home and attend prom with me. I remember being SO relieved with how big I was able to get my hair for prom. That is some HAIR, now.

My dress was a silk charmeuse tunic with a large sash. It was purchased at a hoity-toity store where a couple of friends of mine worked. The shoes were dyed to match the sash, of course. It wasn't the typical "prom dress"--especially not in late 80s northeast Texas. It was more of a "cocktail dress," and I thought it was tres glamorous. It was pretty but not overtly sexy, and as I didn't have any curves I really wanted to show off, it was fairly appropriate. I do recall hearing that a friend of mine was talking behind my back, criticizing it at the time because of its atypical-ness. Yeah, I wasn't much into taffeta. So sue me. I have looked at photos some friends from this prom, and I gotta say, the white tux with tails, cane and top hat, and the ubiquitous "pouf" dress of this era don't hold up so well under scrutiny nearly 20 years later.

MD and I went to dinner at a swanky place downtown, and somehow managed to order a bottle of wine, no problem. Then we went to prom, and I remember it being fun but really geeky. I didn't want to stay for long because a) I wanted to make out with MD and b) I was sort of embarassed to have my "college" boyfriend attending my highschool event--embarassed for him, not for me. I don't recall anyone being "coked up" as Malcontent Mama recalled, but I do recall ecstacy being taken (not by me...I don't think) and BUTTLOADS of winecoolers being consumed. And I recall this photo being taken in front of the seriously stupid backdrop.

I love how I'm digging my fingernail into the top of his hand in this photo. Says a lot, really.

After spending an adequate amount of time at the prom, MD and I went back to his house. We were supposed to go to some school-sponsored after-party thing and went to change clothes. Of course we ended up getting naked and showering together, but we didn't "do it," although I really, really wanted to. I was still a virgin at this point, and wanted to be deflowered in a major way...on prom night and everything. But it wasn't to be. Sigh. We eventually ended up getting dressed, making a very brief appearance at the "after party" thing (lame...several people asked my why my hair was wet, heh heh), then out to his parents' lake house where a bunch of his college frat brothers were already there, drunker than cooter brown. I recall there being a couple of other girls there as well. There were no parents around, so it was sort of a free for all--hot-tubbing, making out on the trampoline, bong hitting, etc. I ended up spending the night with him out there (which was cool), but left the next morning, hungover, virtue still in tact. I wish I had a really scandalous prom story, but alas. I was fairly boring and typical for my era.

He's now an attorney back in my home town. Married to a nice gal he literally grew up with...they have a couple of kids. I haven't seen him in 100 years, but rumor has it he's losing his hair.

Okay, Jules. It's your turn. Dig 'em out, and show 'em off.