I've been on two girls' trips in the last two years. And somehow or another, managed to be gone for two of the three proms that Dylan has attended. Some of it has to do with planning, i.e., we plan these trips fairly far out. Some of it has to do with timing, i.e, Dylan is either asked to the prom or does the asking after my plans are solidly in place. So it's most certainly not my intention to miss these evenings. Next year, I will find out the prom date and put it on my calendar and it will reign supreme. No more conflicts. Although this year wasn't supposed to be a conflict . . . Dylan was supposed to be going to Durham's prom . . . which is next week . . . which I would have been there for. And then they decided to go to his prom instead. Just saying. ;-)
Can I also just say that the prayers of a Mama Bear when her boy is driving between Chico and Durham (and back again) between 1:30 and 2:15 am on prom night are incredibly fierce? Ugh. Side note . . . I have always loved Durham and wanted to live there. Until I think about all of the young adults driving back and forth on nights like tonight. Additional note to self, spring for a limo next year. So I can rest (slightly) easier.
Any-who, I digress . . . let's move onto Dylan and his beautiful (just a friend) prom date, Jenny.
Super cute! I'm dying to hear how it all went.
And lest you worry that I didn't have my eyes and ears on the ground, even while enjoying my girls' getaway . . . here is the text I received from Halle's iPod:
I was dying laughing. Since I had never met the young lady that Dylan was taking, I told Halle to give me her impression. Diets=deets (as in details) and I'm assuming that hassel=hazel. Sister did a great job! What more could you ask for in a prom date? Nice, funny, pretty, hazel eyes, brown hair and CUTE!!! Still cracking up. (While obsessively counting the minutes that it should take for Dylan to get from dropping off his date to our house. Only time I've ever wished for a low jack on his car! Crap timing with the bars closing at 2:00. And yes, I know that I'm a freakish combination of faithful and anxious. It's my thing.)
Praise Jesus! Dylan is home safely. Now I can go back to bed!