Wake Up: A smile spreads across your face as you realize today's the day.
Day Date Prep: Here's the trick, you want to look as nice as you can without going all out, because you want to save the wow factor for tonight.
Doorbell No. 1: He's here! Cue the heart-pounding -- oh stop it, it's just a day activity, relax. After he gets the car door for you and walks around, you think, "Wow, he cleaned his car, it looks nice in here." You make small talk for a few minutes and soon warm up to each other. Heart stops pounding and resumes a regular beat.
Day Activity: You know most people, and start to relax a bit more. You go laser tagging and bowling where you and your date compete against each other and the other couples in your group. You laugh and laugh and have a great time.
Home From Day Date/ Getting Ready Take Two: You walk in, tell your mom all the details of the day activity, then lay down on your bed to catch a few Z's, preparing for a long night of fun. When you wake up you hit the shower, singing as loud as you please. A quick glance at the clock reminds you to hurry. It's time to begin the transformation.
All hands on deck! Into your wet hair goes the mousse, gel, volumizer and whatever else you can find that might be useful in obtaining height and volume. Then out come the power tools: blow-dryer, straightener and curling iron. As the clock ticks on, you get more and more flustered, trying to make your hair and makeup look perfect. Of course this is the day that you bump your mascara brush onto your eyelid and get one of those big black streaks.
"MOM!" you call, "Can you come help me get into my dress? And hurry please, he's supposed to be here any second!" Your mother bursts into the room, calling out orders to other family members to "find the camera" and "pick up the toys in the front entryway and living room so this boy doesn't think we live in a pig sty."
Doorbell No. 2: "Oh shoot! I'm not even in my dress yet and he's here!" Mom and sisters help you step into your slip and dress, telling you how nice you look over and over. But you're too stressed to be flattered as you picture your poor date having a personal interrogation with your father. The dress takes forever because you chose one with a lace-up back. "Why didn't I go for the one with a zipper?"
The Meet and Greet: You walk into the living room, interrupting the interrogation. You swear you heard a sigh of relief from your date. After everyone is introduced, it's time for the flower exchange. You put the boutonniere up to his lapel and begin the horrible process of trying to get the pin through the material of the tux, through three flower stems and that green tape, back into the tux material, and then out again. You struggle, especially because you just put lotion on your hands and it doesn't help that your parents are laughing and taking pictures.
He opens the box with the corsage and easily slips it onto your wrist. You silently vow that next year you will buy your date a corsage instead of a boutonniere to save yourself trouble.
Then it's time for pictures. After some retina damage from all the camera flashes, you make your way to the front door and head out. Whew! He passed!
Dinner: At dinner you laugh and exchange funny "Meet and Greet" stories with your group. When your food comes, you try to remember to keep your elbows off the table and which fork to eat the salad with.
Dinner tastes so good. You finally relax and take a deep breath, taking in everything. Everything's so nice and the food is delicious. Look at how beautiful all the girls look, and look at these handsome boys! Mine's definitely the most handsome though.
You laugh to yourself as you notice that each couple's colors were off a shade or two. When the subject comes up, there is a lot of, "You call THAT coral?" and, "No, I'd say that's more purplish than maroon," which gets the group laughing and realizing the difference between the male and female mind.
After a few bites of your dinner you feel your dress getting tighter and it's getting harder to breathe. This is horrible; if you want to be able to move and breathe in this dress, you'd better get a to-go box!
Dance: First things first, get your second photo shoot of the night done. Then you and your date hit the dance floor and dance the night away. The DJs play a good mix of all the songs you love, letting you bust all sorts of crazy moves in the upbeat songs, but then slowing it down for some enjoyable alone-time with your date.
You two dance and dance, sweat, and dance some more. You see all your friends from school. "It's so fun to be here; I can't believe this is my last Prom," you think. Pretty soon, the dance is over and students disappear until all that's left is a floor covered in flower petals.
The Doorstep: The two of you talk all the way home about the dance, the music and the people who were there. As you approach your house, butterflies enter your stomach as you wonder what your date is thinking the doorstep will be like.
Your date walks you up to the door. "Wow, the porch light is sure bright, my family must have switched to a 300-watt bulb just to embarrass me tonight!" You thank your date for such a wonderful evening. Heart pounding begins -- it's the moment of truth! He leans in ... so do you ... and then ... YOUR LIPS MEET! You smile, thank him again for an amazing night and walk into your house.
You stop on the other side of the door while a smile the size of Texas spreads wide across your face. He kissed me! He kissed me! WAHOO!
Allison Foster is a senior at Fremont High School. In her free time she enjoys ... wait, what's free time? Email her at asparaguspoptart@live.com.
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