It was March of 1992 and Eric & I had been dating for several months now. With each passing day, I began to wonder more and more if he could seriously be "the one". Part of me knew it was silly to wonder such a serious thing at such a young age, but things were too good to be true. Now yes, we had our ups and downs, but what couple doesn't.
Eric's birthday had arrived and having him fit in with my friends was really important to me. So, I hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. I planned a birthday party at his house and invited several of my friends to attend. Aside from the logistics of trying to get my friends to Eric's house, I think things went pretty well. We all had a pretty good time and I felt much better about my best girlfriends knowing how serious I was about this guy.
As my friends all took off for the night, Eric's mom & sister retreated upstairs, leaving us alone downstairs. All of a sudden, this song that I absolutely LOVE began playing and we slow danced. Time stood still. The song was "Everything I Do" by Bryan Adams. It's from the Robin Hood movie with Kevin Costner. The song in itself is incredibly romantic, but for some reason, it left an indelible mark on my psyche. I can literally to this day, close my eyes while hearing that song and feel like I'm right back in that moment. I knew that in that moment, it felt like we were the only 2 people on the earth and that we would be together forever.
A couple of weeks passed and prom season was now upon us. This was my junior prom and I was beside myself with excitement. I found this really cute short black velvet dress with these poofy red satin things as the sleeves. (Hey, it was style back then. Don't judge me.) I loved the dress, but what I didn't love was my hair that evening. I had an aunt who was a "hairdresser" (translate: she catered to blue-hairs who didn't mind the beehive look of their youth) and I trusted her to create something memorable. I got memorable alright. Just not in the good way. So, hair disaster notwithstanding, Eric picked me up and the evening of magic began. He was so handsome in his tux. I adorned him with his boutonniere and he placed the corsage on my wrist. The corsage had white baby rose buds on it. We hopped into the car and drove off. I still remember what I had for dinner that evening. Chicken Teriyaki. After a lovely dinner, we went to prom and danced the night away. I was supposed to go to a friend's house for a supervised "after-prom" party, but we all know that didn't happen. Instead, Eric & I went to another friend's house, with 2 other couples, and had our own party. It was great.
It was also the last happy memory I have of our relationship. Little did I know that things were about to turn really ugly and very soon.
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NOW I remember. I was there for the birthday party, right? I knew there was a specific occasion that took us all to his house, but could not remember for the life of me. And I definitely remember the black and red dress. It was very cute!
You got it! I loved that dress, but geez, I can barely look at picture of myself because of how much I hated that hairdo. It was atrocious.
I think that this post needed to be accompanied by pictures, not by a cliffhanger ending.
Kat: If my scanner were up and running, I would totally have added a pic of my crazy hairdo. It was one for the books. I promise, you will have resolution to this story tomorrow! Thanks for hanging with me!
On the plus side, is there anyone who was happy with their dress and hair and makeup from prom?...
Michelle: You're absolutely right about that! But, I did look AMAZING for my senior prom (at least in my own mind). LOL.
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