Well this week has been prom week and I found myself surprised at how underwhelmed I was at the build up to the big night. It is the day you talk about you're whole school life, I can remember asking girls to prom in year 3 with my other mates to make sure we got who we wanted. Needless to say given I changed school and moved along way away from there I never went with that girl, her name was Emma Persey if I remember correctly and I normally do. So there I was 2 hours before we where due to leave, thinking maybe I should get ready while eating a bowl of crunchy nut, other people seemed to be running around hell for leather going mad trying to get ready but maybe I was just organised. The suit had been sorted weeks in advance, shoes had been polished, hair prepared, had a shave and favourite boxers ready. I had even had a shower so all was well in my world. But for my arrogance and unflappable confidence there was one factor out of my control threatening to ruin every ones night.
Half an hour before I am due to bored an open top trailer which had been generously provided by Mike Wilkins and his family for which I am massively indebted to. And then lovingly prepared by me and my friends over the last few weeks was about to be ruined by torrential, unrelenting rain! I'm not exaggerating when I say it was some of the hardest rain I had ever seen. As I was driven 30 minutes out of town to where we where boarding this float I was honestly miserable as the ponding rain continued it bleak fall. Because not only would we be all wet, all are hard work would go to waste and all the girls who had spent so much time, effort and money on there hair where about to have there efforts washed away. Mercifully as I look out over the fields I could see sun light, perhaps the evening would be saved after all and it was. For the rest of the evening the sun came out to be noticed and make peoples photos look nice.
When we arrived me made quite the scene, it turns out that 26 foot of colourful trailer and a tractor the size of a barn do get people staring and bearing there camera's at you, as we drove up the drive the excitement in the air became apparent and the feeling was wonderful, not just because all are hard work was being appreciated but because we had completely out done every one and no matter what you want to say that feels good.
You wont realise or know this but my date wasn't actually my girlfriend but my best friend for complicated reasons which is mostly irreverent, boring and I cant be bothered to explain but I didn't mind at all because my date was very beautiful and I was a very lucky man to be taking her, when I saw her for the first time I was literally speechless, partly because of the transformation and partly because of how beautiful she was however I would be having two treats that evening as I was yet to see my girlfriend. For her dress had also been kept a secret from me. As we drove up the drive out the corner of my eye I saw at the back of the crowd my girl and even from that distance it was clear that the larger trouser choice had been a wise move. After the mass of photography and interest had moved on to the next party of people I was able to reach my girl and once again I was over come by just how beautiful these ladies where able to make them selves, particularly my girl. It is really quite something, I want to try and write and describe how amazing she looked but I fear I would just completely fail at even coming close to conveying the beauty. Maybe in the next blog I will try, who knows.
When we walked in the venue it looked amazing, the aesthetics where perfect, a gorgeous purple that hugged you're eyes, the lighting was warm and fitted the atmosphere like pretty much all the decorations that had been so loving prepared and laid out concentricly about the tables. They had done a wonderful job and it really made the place seem special and fit for a end of year prom, another thing that was surprising and all together pleasing was how good are year looked as a whole and how well everyone behaved, apart from a few minor discrepancy everyone was brilliant and it really finished the night off. There would have been nothing worse if people had titted about and ruined the atmosphere but they didn't so thank you for that.
The food was nothing to shout about, needless to say there was no eccentric Italian shouting in the kitchen at little pore soup chiefs but at the same time I couldn't complain if only a little long between courses but the conversation flowed like the pretend champagne so no one minded. I even got to impose one of my favourite things, proper table manners which made me very happy. Not sure about everyone else but hey, I enjoyed it.
The music was very good, we had booked the band "The Street Orphans" and they are really very, very good, I recommend you go and check them out on Facebook because they played the night out on the high and got the whole year dancing even my head of year had a little sway on. My dancing is nothing to brag about but I gave it my best, made a fool out of my self and had a jolly good time, I even pulled all the muscle in my stomach to show how hard I was trying. The night ended with 3 beautiful slow dances, 1 with my beautiful girlfriend, 1 with my equally wonderful date and finally one with a very good friend who hadn't got her slow dance at her prom so I wanted and was able to give it to her and she describe it as "like a fairy tale" which also made me very happy.
As I sat back in my arm chair being driven back to the farm on the float watching the finally rays on sun vanish from the distance horizon I couldn't help but smile and reflect in wonder at how well the evening had gone, I was apprehensive and worried going in to the evening but every think up to that point had come together. It really was something special and so I am so happy that I can remember that night for ever, beautiful people, beautiful setting, beautiful times culminating in beautiful memories.
Hope all your proms where as good as mine!
My third infatuation.
Love the Animosity Kid x
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