Missing the party

Heavens no.  You must go to your prom.  I had thought as I had no steady date in my senior year of high school and I was not really into a cliquie exerience that I might in fact pass on going to prom.  It was not to be so.  A Junior classmate of mine, "J" was invited to the prom by one of my friends and she ensured that indeed I did have a date, a Jewish girl from a Cleveland suburb.  It was fine by me, but I really didnt think that dances were that useful to my mind and my spirit.  I didnt relish the time to come but it was fine. I walked down the stair case in a red bow tie and black tuxedo escorting a lady in a bright red dress that seemed a little fluffy to me.   I thought it was a special day.  It was. Really.  I had a nice time.  We dined at a fine place with about 4-5 couples.  We even went to Cedar Point the Amusement park the following day.  I was fine.  I did not enjoy Cedar point as much as I had hoped. I was sleep deprived.  At that young an age, it ate my mind to indigent self expression and thought.  I could not be very excited but I guess we all had a few memories.  I have photographs.