Prom!!! Prom, Prom, Prom!

I could sing it out loud... Loudly. I could write a book on it. Might not be a best-seller, but it's good enough. (I may or may not include a chapter in my "novel" which may or may not tell you my experience in code. But I'm writing it here for you anyway.) Prom. Was. Awesome! Or, as my lovely date would say, "Emosewa!" Oh, yes, Whiteout fans, you are reading the words of a thoroughly, THOROUGHLY satisfied young man. (Kudos to the person who orcestrated the entire Prom. You know who you are. You did a more than fantastic job!) My day started out fairly well, and then just got better and better. We left at about 9:30 am and we drove for 4 hours to get to Boise. I met my lovely date just outside a Pier 1 Imports store on the edge of the mall. It was quite interesting to meet her in person. She told me to wait outside, but I decided that I wouldn't, so I went and basically met her at the entrance right before she walked out. Met her small but lovely family, and we all chatted nicely together when we got out to their car. (Ours was parked a mere two spaces away, so Dad and Braeden got to meet them too.) We talked, and talked, and talked some more, and then we finally "blew that popsicle stand", and we went inside the Mall. Boise Towne Square Mall is huge. Really huge. So I had my fun walking and talking, (One of my favorite things.) to one of my absolute favorite people. She's just so... awesome. She put up with my talking, and we had a great time. Then, we went to the Cheesecake Factory right outside the Mall. More walking (a short walk) and talking, but then we sat down to a lovely meal. And more talking. (Are you sensing a theme yet?) I don't mind telling you, THAT was a meal worth the time. The food was good, but the company... the company was the best. She's just a lovely girl, and I wish so much that I had more time with her than I did that day. Words can't really describe it, but she's just so... so awesome. I'm so so glad that she said yes and that we had an emosewa day date. But it didn't stop there, no it continued further. We went back to her "house", and got ready. I almost saw her dress and she kinda shooed me rather quickly out of the trailer so I didn't see it. I got dressed, and then I watched as she exited the trailer, looking, (She might not appreciate this, but I'll say it anyway) drop dead gorgeous. I picked a winner, folks. We then took pictures, courtesy of her parents. In the heels she was wearing, she couldn't walk all that well in gravel, or pretty much most places. So she leaned on me a lot all night, along with indulging all my chivalrous eccentricities, because that's just how I am. But I had to tell her, "Stay right there.", otherwise she'd open her own door. Yes, horrors, I know. Heaven forbid someone open their own door, but you gotta realize how that works with me. I prefer to be chivalrous, and that involves opening doors for the ladies. (Except those who purposely close the door, and then open it themselves because they know it irritates me.) So, while we had a tiny problem finding the place, we eventually did, and then the 5 hour Prom commenced. 5 hours in the presence of a most wonderful girl, who, like me, wanted nothing else than to spend time with the other. We danced, we talked, and we enjoyed each other's company. She even won one of the Court awards. She was a Princess, both in my eyes, and in the eyes of the people at Prom. I knew it was gonna happen, but even when she had to dance with the prince she was assigned, she still didn't want to do it. Apparently, even though I poked her in the stomach like she despises oh so much, she was still entirely focused on me and she wasn't happy about having to dance with another guy. (Unfortunately, when you date a Senior who is only elligible for Prom King and you look THAT gorgeous, it's hard to not be Princess.) So she was forced to dance while I was accosted by the date of the Prom King who... gave me an interesting conversation. Then another one of my friends who carried one of the many cameras talked to me about my date, etc. It was an interesting night, to be sure. But, one that I won't soon forget, not for my entire life. I especially won't forget my date... I don't think I can, even if I tried. When we said goodbye, well, I didn't want to. I wanted it to last longer than it did. Or, maybe I'd get a "Groundhog Day" moment, and relive those 9 hours over and over. Because they were the best nine hours of my life so far, hands down. I have two people to thank for that. One of them who orchestrated the entire Prom, so I owe her a LOT. And the other is my wonderful, beautiful date, who made those nine hours oh so great. They both hold very special places in my heart, and each had their part to play.