The Fall Ball

Last night was Anthony's first Prom. The high school here doesn't do a formal homecoming, they have a dance right after the game but nothing formal. The first big formal is the Fall Ball and one where the girls ask the boys. Steve and I laughed at the girls who are all stressed out about this. For me, asking a boy to a dance was just one of those things we did. I went to an all girls school, if you wanted a date for the dance you had to ask.

The weeks leading up to the dance was a little odd. Anthony had no idea what was going to happen. Are going out for dinner? Is she picking you up? What time does it start? Can you where dress pants or do you need a tux? Do you know your first name? All followed by a shoulder shrug and some mumbling that makes no sense.

So needless to say, she calls with some sketching details last night at 6pm, two hours before the dance and says she will meet him there. She calls again at 8 and says I am here and I got you a boutonniere. "Mom she got me a boutonniere, what's that?" Oh crap, we forgot the flowers. Off to Safeway to find something. Poor kid trying to help us doesn't know a thing about flowers. I grab a vase, rip out the flowers, Steve jumps behind the counter finds something to wrap this up with. We tie a ribbon around it and the whole time Anthony is looking at us like we are nuts. The cashier tells him, "Whatever you do, don't tell her that you forgot to buy her flowers."

After all is said and done, he had a great time and is glad he went. I haven't heard all the details yet because he spent the night at his friends house last night.

Yes Dad that is Grestle Cove. Sorry you miss Megans socks. I have to admit, I like that picture.