nadine jensen: Prom Deja Vu

What happened was not a version of one's unconscious thoughts during sleep that came to life, rather it resurfaced memories that once graced the days of high school. Prom is what most girls in high school look forward to once they step into their junior year. Girls had everything planned months before it, being particular with all the nitty gritty stuff to make things perfect and memorable. When the day arrives, well, as expected girls will fret and stress when apprehensions start to undermine all their long-time preparations. The main goal: To make everything work as planned. They all get meticulous and discriminate in all aspects, from clothes, shoes, accessories, make up, perfume to what corsage, color pallets of gowns, hairstyle, nail polish and so on and so forth, the list could go on depending on how anxious one is. But of course the most challenging part is, choosing your date. This is where a lot of thinking and proper decision making is required. To find the "perfect" one, one must know what her objectives are. Is it to catch people's attention because of your so-uber-handsome date? Is it to accentuate "your" night? Is it for display purposes? Is it for people to ogle and talk about you? Or is it because you wanna have fun and make your night memorable by having the best time with the person you can be comfortable with? Your prom night will only be a night-to-remember if you get to spend it with a person who meshes your personality well, someone who's game for anything, someone who's ready to get crazy with you, someone who can share a table and conversation with your friends, someone you can laugh with and of course make you laugh, someone who will rescue you when something fails, someone who is patient to wait for you while you prep yourself, and someone who belongs to your wavelength and definitely not someone you're bound to look after the whole night, deciphering whether he's having a blast or a blah with you.

I never had the chance to pick my prom date during high school because each of us were paired with a respective senior male by our teachers. Everybody had no choice but to be with whoever is assigned to them, no questions asked and no return, no exchange policy tied to it. If one has complaints, well he or she has a choice, to grumble to oneself and fathom your fated partner or miss the prom. Nevertheless, I'd grade my prom as "Good", spending the whole night emceeing deprived me some time to spend it with friends and my partner. :|

Four years later, I caught myself dragged into a Prom frenzy when my friend asked me to help her niece prepare for her prom. I came over their place and did nothing. Well I was there to give opinions and maybe a little bit of moral support. Everyone was all over the place, frantic and panicking for a reason that I didn't know, until I myself felt it. Excitement. Everybody was so excited and had their hands busy on everything. When the date arrived to pick her up, well, the excitement even heightened. I found myself taking infinite shots of the cute couple and smiling behind the camera like an idiot having the tingling feeling. So gay!

Things don't happen automatically and perfectly. Before they left Nina's false lashes fell off, so they had to drive back to the salon that made her up, then when they arrived at the hotel, a sheer of her gown fell off so she called Paula for help. We rushed to the place and asked for a sewing kit from the concierge. Then Paula noticed that Nina's date didn't have the boutonnière so Paula decided to split the job. She took off to buy the boutonnière while I stayed with Nina to fix her gown. My sewing skills proved their good use during that situation. :) Good thing everything was fixed right in the nick of time. So... the two had an awesome night together. Nina was crowned as one of the ten princesses that night. Not bad for a population of more than a hundred Scholastican girls. :)