Less a Prom, More a Really Lame Wedding Reception

First things first - WOOOOOOO!  Wildcats!  WOOOOOOOOOO!

Okay, moving on.  I'm sure most of you are waiting with bated breath for the official post recounting Prom Night, 2008:  Escape from the Black Pearl.  So here it is.  Unfortunately, LB is destined to be disappointed, for even though Hublet and I dutifully took a camera, we snapped nary a photograph of ourselves.  However, here's a nice image of the shoes I purchased for the occasion.  I'm almost six feet tall when I put these puppies on. Glamazon, ho!

Speaking of ho, let's chat a bit about what passes for prom fashion nowadays, shall we?

Color of the season?  Turquoise, followed by variations on hot pink/fuschia.  Style of the season?  form-fitting, full-length, stretchy, with back cleavage, front cleavage, side slits, and the occasional cut out over the hip.  Look.  When the models for prom fashions look like they're 30, maybe we ought to rethink some of these ensembles, is all I'm saying.  Of course, not all the girls took prom night to this extreme.  There was the strange (due, I was told, to her bipolar disorder) girl in a hoopskirted pink and blue confection that made me dub her "Princess Sparkletoes," and then there was the chick with the green mohawk.  So the gamut was run.

The most disturbing trend was on the male side of the aisle, where the Uber-brain had apparently issued a directive whereby the boys all had to wear white tuxes with a brightly colored vest/tie combo, matching Chuck Taylors, and white baseball caps.  Yep.  Baseball caps.  Unfortunately, the collective effect was less "effortless cool, gangsta style," and more "I am a ginormo-dork with no style."  It's 2008's sartorial version of the powder-blue ruffle shirt of the 70's. I would love to be a fly on the wall when these guys look back at their prom pictures in 10 years or so.

Apparently Hublet's high school is the only one that this particular hotel allows to hold its prom on the premises, which is cool.  Also, Hublet's prom committee has some fairly serious cash.  The floral arrangements alone cost a pretty penny, and the buffet featured bacon-wrapped scallops, a carving station, and a chocolate fountain, among other things.  The only thing missing was the open bar.

And boy, did I ever miss the open bar.  Especially when confronted with faculty who had taken the "Pirates of the Caribbean" theme to heart and had showed up dressed as pirates.  Yep.  Actual pirates.

The hotel was also hosting the media for the NCAA conference.  It was fun to watch lost credentialed dudes in jeans wandering befuddled into the midst of formally clad, sweaty teenagers.  It was also fun to sit at the check-in table, safe from the lametastic music, and just people-watch. And Hublet got to sneak away to the sports bar to check the Duke score a couple of times, so all in all, it could have been worse.