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I Didn’t Get To Go To Prom, So My Boyfriend Recreated prom Just For Me

By Jennifer Scott Pickett

I didn’t have a very traditional high school experience. Thanks in part to my dad and stepmom’s strict religious views, I wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things like be a cheerleader (they didn’t think Jesus would approve of the short skirts) or go to prom (prom leads to premarital sex, I guess?). It was kinda a bummer at the time, but I never felt like my whole life was crippled because of it or anything. Mostly, it’s just always been a funny story I like to tell.

But, now, thanks to Chase, I have an even better story to share.

Look at him, he’s beautiful and magical.

Chase and I knew each other for a while before we dated, and then we became very close friends the year leading up to us becoming a couple, so he knew my (lack of) prom story. What I didn’t expect is what he would do with that information.

Fairly early into our official romantic status, he told me he wanted to take me on a very special surprise date. Turns out he was staging a prom experience for me. It doesn’t get much more fucking romantic than that.

Unfortunately -poor guy – I unwittingly threw a lot of wrenches into his plans.

For example, I begged him not to take me to some high-end restaurant, which was the way he was planning to get me all dressed up. At the time I was a single mom working two jobs, and I was always exhausted. What I did in my down time was very important to me. I just didn’t feel like playing dress up or ordering off a menu I could barely understand, so I made him promise he wouldn’t take me anywhere that required a dress or heels.

Then, to make things even more difficult for him, after work I came to his house to get ready – which is the same house he was decorating for the big event!

He’s a clever one though. He somehow convinced me not to leave his bedroom or bathroom without it seeming suspicious, and then, once I was ready, he got me out of the house and into his car without suspecting a thing. I’ll never forget how he got into the driver’s seat, drove us around the neighborhood… and then pulled right back up to the house hahaha.

Even though I was wearing jeans and a black shirt with red Converse (Chase dressed to match me, which I thought was pretty weird at the time lol) instead of a poofy dress, I can now proudly say I’ve been to prom. He even had someone there to announce us as prom king and queen – I know, I know. It’s such cheesy rom-com PERFECTION it makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Honestly, how did I get this lucky?

Do yourself a favor and scroll through the pics to see what an epic job he did pulling this off. I’m gonna be honest. I’m kinda glad I didn’t get the traditional prom experience, because this was so much better.

That’s a lot of balloons and lights. And in the corner he had a little DJ station set up, along with bubbles!

Obviously, he chose the best theme.

Look at all those freaking candles!

He had wine for me and ordered pizza as the main course, because he’s perfect (and because I’m one low-maintenance bitch.)

For our “after party”we went to downtown Nashville for ice cream.

And naturally, we wore our prom crowns.

Jennifer Scott Pickett is a freelance writer for hire who specializes in parenting and lifestyle content. She is half of the comedy duo that makes up Salty Mermaid Entertainment based in Atlanta, GA. In her free time –  Wait. She’s a mom of three. She doesn’t have any free time. Learn more by clicking here.

Girl’s Night Out in Your 30’s

I was sitting at home with my feet up ready to read a good book and go to bed at a reasonable hour. Suddenly, my friend DM’d me and it turned out it was her birthday so I told her “I’ll be right there.”

Armed with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to gift her and a White Claw for me to drink I arrived twenty minutes later.

We headed down to a Piano Bar and moments after walking in we realized it was filled with the class of ‘69 as they celebrated one hundred years since graduation.

After a good laugh about how we were too young to fit in we decided to have one drink and then slip away to a more suitable spot to celebrate her birthday in style. We sipped our drinks, sang along and talked about how great fries are for the next twenty minutes.

We left our unfinished drinks and strategically exited as the pianist sang the line “Get the f$&# out” in the song he was playing which gave all the old people a good laugh.

At the next spot we hit up we snagged a table in the middle of the crowd where we couldn’t hear each other speak. After a round of drinks we moved to a quieter spot next to some thirty-year-old guys visiting from Seattle.

For the next hour we all talked about how hungry we were and how nice it would be to get some fries. Someone ordered nachos and we spent another hour waiting for them, ordering some pizza in the interim.

By the time we had devoured the pizza and nachos we were ready to move on, the thirty-year-olds having already gone home for the night. Once again, we abandoned our unfinished drinks and armed with a box of a few slices of pepperoni pizza went on our way.

We ended up at a bar where there was a wait to get in and once inside saw that it was filled to capacity. We sat at a table with our drinks and our group decided to go dance while I stayed behind to watch the purses.

Perfectly content to sip White Claw and scroll Instagram while people danced and got faded around me I realized that I wasn’t even bummed about not dancing.

A few minutes later they were done and we left our unfinished drinks and headed outside because we heard there was a taco truck. As we sat on the curb devouring tacos we discussed how tired we were and decided to call it a night.

During the Uber ride home I thought about how the highlight of my night was singing along while the pianist played “Summer of ‘69” by Bryan Adams in that Piano Bar.

Throughout girl’s night out we discussed the enticing prospect of food or sleep and left unfinished drinks everywhere we hung out.

Seven years ago I wouldn’t have even thought about food while drinking and leaving an unfinished drink behind was blasphemy.

So while I laughed about how I wasn’t old going into girls’ night out, I left with the suspicion that maybe I am. Thirty minutes later, face washed and sweatpants on, I stood over my baby’s crib in my quiet house and knew without a doubt that I am.

I also realized in that moment that I’m perfectly okay with it. I love my sweatpants and my early bedtime and my clean face. I love food and light to moderate drinking and classic music (‘90’s Smash Hits on Spotify qualifies).

I love that I’m not in that season anymore and the thing I love the most is that I’m okay with it.

So if you’re in your late-twenty’s plus and parenting and feeling depressed about losing that young, hip you: I highly recommend a girl’s or guy’s night out.

Who knows? You may discover that there’s nothing to be depressed about after all.

Jordyn Armour is refreshing with her authenticity and honesty when it comes to parenting and writes about anything parenting related, using sarcasm and humor to tie everything together. She is a stay at home mom to four girls and runs survivingmommy.org , Instagram @surviving_mommy and Twitter @survivingmommy_