Salad Bar

I'm sharing this story because of a conversation I had on Facebook last night.  The topic was Promposals (not gonna google how to spell that word because it's a ridiculous word that I shouldn't have to worry about spelling correctly) and how over the top the once simple tradition of asking someone to the prom has become.  Listen, I was an average high school kid with an average high school life (read completely insecure with everything about myself) who was just hoping as the spring season of my junior year rolled around that I would get to go to the prom.  I just wanted to go.  And guess what, I did.  And I'm pretty sure it was fun - the going.  The pictures show lots of smiling kids (babies, really - oy, we were so young).  The same was true for my senior prom.  I wanted someone to ask me so that I could go.  Someone asked.  I said yes.  We prommed (yes, I made up that word, but someone made up the word promposal - so, whatever).  And that was the prom.  Two nights out my high school career that did not suck.  At all.  It was fun.

Disclaimer: The fact that no date is pictured should not be taken as a sign that I did not have a date to either prom.  I did,  I just don't feel like I should share other people's prom photos without their express written permission and I've got about 10 minutes to hit publish here so I'm kind of working on a deadline.  

Prom 1988 and Prom 1989.

I look like the cast from Wicked.

So, prom - who really cares right?  Right.  But I shared the above because in the discussion of the ridiculousness of the promposal, I mentioned that Joel proposed to me [PROPOSED] over lunch at the Ruby Tuesday's salad bar.  I was wearing umbros and a t-shirt.  There are no pictures because nobody walked around with cameras in 1995 taking endless photographs of their shoes or their lunch or their engagements (why yes, I do photograph everything now but it's with my phone and not with a camera and I may or may not have a serious problem - I digress #6845photosonmyphone).  I couldn't even tell you the date he proposed.  I think it was in August (because he used the money he'd made clerking in Clarksville all summer to buy my ring) and I'm pretty sure it was on a Saturday.  He asked me to marry him.  I said yes.  We finished our lunch, walked around the mall feeling all engaged and special for a while then I went home and called everyone I knew (#landline).   It's our story.  And I love it.