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Matt put on his first tux and headed to his junior prom at Conestoga High School. We did the obligatory photos in the backyard. As you can see, Snickers the Wonder Dog wanted to be in every shot. (She’s never more than 5 feet from Sheryl at any time.)
The group went to a friend’s house for even more pictures. You can see some of the snapshots. Matt’s date, Justine, was the Lady in Red and looked stunning. Wouldn’t it be great to be that age again? The picture of the guys hanging together looks like something from a movie.
The Afterparty Is a Big Deal
So…prom, then the high school puts on an afterparty. And when I say “afterparty” I’m talking about a huge deal where a parents’ organizations spends tens of thousands of dollars putting on a huge party. They had all kinds of rooms set up for dancing, games, laser tag, floor hockey, karaoke, American Idol, and gambling. I dealt Blackjack for a couple of hour at one station, then was “security” until 3 in the morning.
How Do You Make a Hormone?
Funny side story: On my last shift a breathless woman came running up to me and said, “You have to do something!” Then she dragged me to the “Quiet Room,” which was set up with tents and sleeping bags and beanbags. Oh, and about 75 kids getting huggy.
“You have to do something,” she gasped. “The last person who was supposed to supervise didn’t watch them closely enough. HEY, GET OUT FROM UNDER THOSE SLEEPING BAGS!”
I just stood there. Some of the kids got up to leave. The crazed lady — a mom — says, “You need to do something. They aren’t supposed to be lying down! HEY, STOP THAT!”
I told her to step outside the door. I’d take care of it.
“Did all of you take Health class?” I asked. All the high schoolers said yes.
“There, it’s taken care of,” I told Mommy Nazi. She wasn’t amused.
‘Well, you’re just going to have to sit in there and watch them carefully,” she retorted as she stormed off.
I had a big laugh and thought, “Who in the hell thought up the idea of a Quiet Room filled with sleeping bags and didn’t think that kids would cuddle up on them?” I’m shocked, shocked, to find out that gambling is going on here.
Answer (in case you’re wondering about the question above): Don’t pay her.
