Prom is a word that still makes me cringe, or at least the skin on my arms feels like it is contracting, and wrinkling itself into millions of little diamonds. I love how skin has that intricate little pattern. As much as I enjoy looking at it, the feeling is unpleasant. That is what prom does to me. It is supposed to be beautiful and such a milestone in the teenage drama, main topic of countless television shows and films, and a great money muncher, yet it breastfeeds the local economy as the flower shops and dressmakers suddenly become run off their feet. Sometimes I worry about my wedding. I went to prom, hated it, so my next "important" day will be my wedding. People always expect proms and weddings to be such perfect days, but what happens if you are stressed to insanity and/or nothing goes as planned? Then you end up being disappointed due to ridiculous optimism.

Looks like the kids around here will be having prom in the rain.