I recently ran across my prom picture from a few decades ago (ahem, I'm not saying which one, so don't ask ;) Check out the white gloves .... isn't it nice that THAT design element has gone by the boards.
What a fun night. My date and I doubled with another couple and danced all night. My feet bothered me even then, so the yearbook shows us dancing all night with my bare feet. Bless his heart, he never once stepped on my little toes. We both were a couple of cutups, I must admit.
After the dance, the four of us went out bushwacking in all the popular necking spots. No luck, though. Guess everyone was behaving themselves (or we didn't know all of the popular parking spots :). Unfortunately, we got stuck in the mud at one point and we were in a stick-shift car. So ... the guys got out and started pushing us while I was assigned to let out the clutch as smoothly as I could. Yeah, unfortunately, it wasn't quite as smooth as necessary....they got splattered pretty badly. Poor guys; they both wore white dinner jackets, too....ugh. A good time laughing about it afterward, even though I still feel a tad guilty after all these years... sorry Mike, wherever you are. What's your prom story?