N is for Nintendo Controller.
The classic Nintendo Controller. I have a matching wallet. Don't say Nerds can't coordinate.
The following story is a bit long for these A-to-Z posts, but something happened Saturday that needs to be told. I won't be offended if you skip to the comments, but I think this story is hysterical.
Last week was horrific and stressful in this real life I live, such that by week's end, we were wiped out. So, halfway between a jam-packed weekend, we hired a sitter and treated ourselves to a nice dinner out at one of our favorite places, The Melting Pot.
Little did we know that it was prom weekend around these parts. Not having a kid in high school makes that kind of thing oblivious. Plus, when I was in high school, I'm pretty sure it was not the second weekend in April. Just saying. Anyway, we get there, they take us right to our table, and the evening is underway.
You know the couple that sits on the same side of the table? That's us when we're sans children. At some point, The Wife turns to me and I see something catch her eye, so I glance behind me. That's when we realized it was prom. The table had two couples, boy-girl on one side, and the same on the other. I could see one couple clearly, and there was at least a two-foot space of booth seat between them. They were seated side-by-side, no one was smiling, and the only interaction they had with each other was when they switched out dipping forks into the boiling pot between them. We had a snicker, and went on with our meal. The next part came without warning.
One of the girls decided she must use the bathroom. Well, apparently trains are "in" this season, because as she walked down the aisle between tables...her date was carrying the train of her dress. He and his hot pink vest that matched her dress. Also "in" fashion? Sequins. All over the place.
So, as she goes walking past us—again, her date carrying the back of her dress—we catch eye contact with a couple on the other side of this aisle. And that's when the evening went from good to great.
The foursome of adults were sitting like we were—on the same side as your date, sitting close together, having a good time. And the look the guy facing me made when he saw the teen guy carrying that dress train...I was in tears laughing so hard.
We were cordial when the kids were present, and we thought the night couldn't possibly get any better. Then it did.
Around 8:30pm, there began a mass exodus of dolled up girls and boys heading toward the exit. Prom awaited. The six of us—that's us plus the two other adult couples—watched the parade of dresses. Some were horrific; very few were noteworthy in the "nicely done" category. Lots of peach-orange, lots of black, and a metric shit tonne of sequins. At one point The Wife returned from the restroom, stopped at the table with the other adults, and said, "There are sequins...all over the bathroom floor." More laughter ensued. The parade continued—there had to be at least 30 couples. Suddenly, the guy I can see at the other table turns to me, eyes wide, and laughingly says, "Tattoo." I couldn't make out what it was, he was laughing so hard, and I can only imagine at this point.
We settled our bill after the exodus, and stopped to chat with the other couples for a moment, to share with them the parts they couldn't see, namely the "no talking, we're all going to sit here on our phones" scene. We all had another laugh, and one of the other guys says, "We need to do this every prom."
The scene we came upon as we stepped outside was the cherry on top of that sundae.
At least 12 couples, probably closer to 15, were about to clown car it into a stretch Hummer.
I wanted to run inside and tell the other couples, but The Wife nudged me toward the car. As I pulled away, I saw the other four adults standing outside the door to the restaurant, all of them grinning.
*License: I took all of these pictures.
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