Prom...

Remember prom? Spending weeks finding the perfect dress, getting an over styled (and over sprayed) updo, trying to get a hint of color at the "fake and bake" and always ending up lobster red instead of brown, and knowing the entire time that you will stay at the prom exactly 45 minutes--the length of time it takes to get your picture made and dance to approximately 3 songs . Those are the memories that stand out from my three prom experiences in high school.

Last Friday night, Peter and I went to the prom. Well, actually, we went to Providence Academy's Junior/Senior Banquet...which was so much better than any prom I ever attended! The theme was "The Best Years of Our Lives" which sounds super cheesy but actually highlighted the 1940's Hollywood theme. All the best parts of "prom" were there without the sketchiness. Girls were dolled up, guys were in tuxes, good food was served, and pictures were taken. The distinguishing factor between JSB and Prom, however, was definitely the DANCING! Everyone was dancing! Guys, girls, faculty...you name em', they were on the dance floor. Even my husband, who is normally on the sidelines heckling the dancers, was out there pulling a Kevin Bacon.

The best moment of the night by far was towards the end of the evening. All the Ol' Folks (myself included) were cleaning up in the back when "Can't Touch This" by M.C. Hammer begins to play. Peter suddenly looks at me and says, "Oh man...they don't know how to dance to this." Before I know it, we are running to the middle of the "dance circle", and we are busting out some old school dance moves; including, but not limited to, the Roger Rabbit, the Running Man, and the Sprinkler. My shoulder somehow stayed in place, and I will forever be a fan of the Junior/Senior Banquet.

Ah...South Johnson City, Tennessee--lovingly known to it's residents as "SoJo." This little section of the world is where life happens for me, my husband (of almost 2 years) Peter, and our wonder-dog Honeybear. We live in an 81 year old bungalow located in a transitional, blighted neighborhood on the wrong side of the tracks, and we love it. We work in our garden, talk to our eccentric neighbors, and I ride my 1962 Schwinn to the office when it's warm outside. I work for a ministry called Young Life here in Upper East Tennessee, and Peter works for a classical school called Providence Academy. It's a simple life, but we like it...and for some reason I thought blogging might be an appropriate way to document it. It also helps me to realize my life long dream of being a newspaper columnist...I also always wanted to be a storm chaser, but I am not sure how blogging will help me to realize that dream--but there's always hope.