Intruder Alert

Saturday night I had the rare opportunity to crash the prom. Better yet, I got to crash the prom with a friend. Even better than that, this friend, with whom I crashed the prom, is a fantastic teacher at the HS and her students love her--and really, she was like a Rock Star at the prom!

I was very interested, in this covert operation, to get a look at my Trek kids, primarily, but also to compare and contrast the Prom today versus the Prom back in the day. You know, when I went. When the Flintstones were modern.

Well, some things were universally acknowledged truth, still. Some girls just choose hoochie mama dresses, with their bazooms just hanging out there for all to see, and more than likely their moms had no idea. The manicured fingertips regularly clutching and pulling at the top edges of strapless or tiny spaghetti strapped dress bodices to keep the bazooms covered. OK, still the same.

There are still those prom dates who, while slow dancing, can't keep themselves for going for the bum-grab, or backside grope as the case may be. Check, still the same.

And there is still the unnatural phenomenon of boys trying to out dress their prom dates by choosing pimp-daddy hats, or selecting a tux with tails, a cane and top hat, or, as I saw in one case in particular, trying to channel Saturday Night Fever's John Travolta with the white suit and dark dress shirt. Talk about a flashback.

But I am happy to report some things have changed. There were so many beautifully dressed young women--my own YW and Trek girls and other YW I know from school and church included here--who wore lovely, modest dresses that allowed them to just dance, and mingle and have fun without worrying that their bazooms were continually in a precarious state of near-falling out of the dress. Their confidance was radiant as they were at ease and comfortable with what they were wearing.

Also new to me, was the sight of young men, impressed with their impeccably and modestly dressed prom dates, who could also just dance and have fun and enjoy the company of friends in groups without constantly trying to avert their eyes from the said falling bazooms. These darling boys were having a great time and consequently, their dates were too. What a concept--no uncomfortable situations!

But my favorite improvement at the Prom in the last couple of decades was that so many of my young friends who, when they saw me there--completely out of context--went out of their way to come over and talk to us and say hello and were not embarrassed to recognize that their Young Women or Trek leaders were there and how sincerely happy they seemed to see us. Here I mean specifically my trek kids: Professor, Bronze, Snow White and NSG(Non-Stop Gangsta). If they weren't really, they faked it well enough to make me thrilled!

I love these kids--any place and any time I see them!