Every Prom Has A Queen

I wasn't it. But my date fancied herself as one.

She even bought a tiara for the occasion.

(In honor of Sunshine's Blog Prom. Here is a story back from 2001.)

Her name was KG. You might remember her from a previous post. Having dropped out of school during her Freshman year, KG never got the chance to go to a prom. When my Senior one came up, she not-so-subtly hinted that she wanted to go. So I invited her. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe that we could do each other's hair and makeup? She wasn't that kind of friend. The moment I invited her, it stopped being our prom and started being hers. She even referred to it as such. "Do you like the shoes I bought for my prom?" She asked one day, flashing me the $50 glass pumps her Dad had just bought her. "They match your dress," I replied moodily.

Her dress was the same one she'd worn for her wedding. It was hand beaded and had cost her parents a small fortune. Which was OK, since the dress got more use than the marriage did. "What do you think of this necklace?" Her husband asked while tossing a small gold box at me. "It's beautiful!" I gushed, staring at the small diamond pendant inside. "Anniversary gift?" "No, it's for KG's prom. She's really excited about it." I wanted to hand him my ticket and beg him to go in my place. But seeing as I was the legitimate student, I couldn't back out of my promise. Soon enough, the big night arrived. KG's parents took a dozen pictures and her husband kissed her good-bye. The situation was beyond weird.

Once we arrived, KG ran around greeting people. Most didn't even remember who she was. "I'm KG, remember?" I overheard her asking the class president. "I dropped out my Freshman year. But now I'm married and working on my GED!" She spoke with such pride. I quietly wandered off to explore the other side of the room. Randomly throughout the night, KG came back to check on me. Each time she stopped by she looked more and more upset. "This isn't as fun as I thought it would be," she pouted two hours after we'd arrived. Seeing an opening, I suggested we leave. It wasn't until we were driving home that I saw the humor in the situation.

I watched KG as she flicked ashes out the car window and rattled on about how pathetic everyone had become. She'd tried SO desperately to dress herself up. She had the white dress, the glass shoes, the sparkly jewels, and even the tiny tiara. But none of those things could disguise her unpretty life. I never believed in prom. I wanted to. All that hype about "one magical night" appealed to me. I loved the idea of someone asking me to go with them officially, to enmesh myself in the ritual of dress and ceremony. When I was younger I thought, "How adult it must feel. How important!" But it never really did. It always felt like I was trying to play pretend. Which is fitting, in a way.

April Search Terms:
(What people put into search engines that bring them here)
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Tomorrow: WWC Pictures!
Thursday: Good-bye April