beautiful

Last week, I had stopped at a gas station, and there were all these kids, dressed for the prom.  they were beautiful in their tuxedos and gowns.  one girl in particular stood out.  she was wearing a pale green diaphenous creation that made her look like a princess.  beautiful.  her hair was upswept, she wore a tiara.  her eyes were luminous and she had this little mona lisa smile. she held her dress up at the sides to keep from stepping on the hem as she exited the store.  a gentleman held the door for her and said, good evening ma'am.  lovely, she was.  she had an ethereal glow about her, and then...her eyes swept the parking lot and

she cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted - CHAZ, YOU F***ING MORON!

it was a rude awakening.  i had to laugh at the irony in green, and i felt a little sorry for Chaz, who surely must've been embarrassed for a packed parking lot to know how his date regarded him.

I didn't think about that incident again until this evening.  I went out for dinner (barbeque at a fast food place) and the young lady who took my order was telling me she was tired...she had been in school all day, was working tonight and tomorrow night is the prom!  Her eyes lit a little when she told me that, and she didn't look quite so tired anymore.  If there had been time, I would have loved to hear about her dress, her date, how excited she was.  There's something so sweet about a young lady who is anticipating her first prom.

A bit later, another young lady delivered my barbeque to the table.  I asked her, are you going to the prom tomorrow night, too?  She had this shy little smile on her face and she said, yes.  She said she was excited, and she thought her date was picking her up in a limo.

i hope so. 

Tomorrow evening, I might haunt the downtown area, just to see the kids in all their finery and shining faces, heading for a real, honest to goodness important event in their lives.  And I bet they have the time of their lives.

Unless they're Chaz.  *grin*