On my last night alone before the house fills up again, it seems to be prom night. Or something like that. I only know this because on my late afternoon walk, I notice cars pulling up and parking everywhere near my house, which is an oddity. We live on a small cul-de-sac off of a dead end street street that has only recently made it onto google. So let’s just say that we don’t get many visitors, and those who do venture our way have puzzled expressions and wander off quickly.And suddenly tonight, someone’s having a party — cars literally everywhere — and I’m not invited. I’m slightly uncertain whether I’m sad or happy about that.
And then as I turn the corner and realize the size of the mounting car count, I see a young girl climb out from behind the driver’s seat. She has perfect blonde hair and a glittery dress, but it’s the length, or lack thereof, that tells me it must be homecoming, and that one of my neighbors is graciously hosting the pre-party so the girls aren’t left to their own devices. No jacket. The other three girls emerge a bit more slowly, carrying that little bubble of excitement/anxiety that changes your life.
I keep walking.
As I reach to the end of the street, I see another car, this one with a few boys tumbling out, trying to wrangle their fancy clothes onto their less adept bodies. They look way less confident than the glittery girl.
Homecoming, Sadie Hawkins, Prom Night — oh the memories, and none of them good. I missed my junior prom after my parents nixed the very nice guy I’d been dating. I made my senior prom, and it was … well let’s just say he was cute but psycho, and his allure was quickly axed. Then there was college in the seventies, and we were all way too cool for prom. But I’ve heard that some people like it.
Go forth. Grab the night. Be yourself.
2 thoughts on “Short Skirt, No Jacket”
Love it! In my youth, I was one of those who lacked the confidence to dress up and not feel self conscious. Much older now, and a little less anxious and awkward, but to this day I never really figured out how to feel comfortable in fancy clothes.
The fancy clothes for boys and men are awkward and kinda stuffy — really no fun at all, and all the guys look alike — how many ways can you wear a tux? But the fancy clothes for girls are usually glittery and happy and they’re all different — girls get to pick what they like. It’s not really fair, but it does save men from the horrors of shopping, so there’s that!