Monday, June 16, 2014

Prom story


I love the face-paint photo of my wonderful guitar-genius nephew, who is a fairly unusual mixture—part Assiniboine Sioux and part Jamaican, a Christian folk rock Jimi Hendrix/ Bob Marley combo with the gentlest and kindest nature.


That's my nephew again, dressed to the nines for his prom last Friday. Apparently, his uncle won an Academy Award for playing his chauffeur in a rented black luxury car. His uncle addressed him as "Sir" throughout the evening, and when he got lost between the prom dinner and the prom dance, he told his backseat passengers formally, "I'm sorry, Sir and Miss, but my GPS isn't working. I'll need to call headquarters for directions." At which point he pulled over and called his sister, my nephew's mother, acting all the time as if he was talking to his dispatcher. My nephew's prom date did not have a clue that she was being chauffeured all night by her date's uncle, an army man of significant rank.

It also worked out well when, at the after party, when some kids starting swilling bottles of alcohol and bringing out other intoxicants, my nephew and his date just strolled outside to their waiting limo, where the chauffeur-uncle was taking a nap while waiting for them. The prom date's father, also a military man, this one with Pentagon connections, was apparently pleased to see his daughter, also a gifted guitarist, returned home at a fairly civilized hour and unimpaired. All in all, it worked out exactly as my cousin would have wished, and her son could not have been more pleased by his uncle's courtly performance.

My own daughter's prom night two years ago was a whole lot different. I'm going to put it down to the difference between New York City and the suburbs of Northern Virginia, the difference between my cousin and me, and most especially to the difference between an uncle-chauffeured limo and a rented party bus, which is how my daughter's crew travelled. Suffice it to say the party bus kids got home from the after party well after noon the next day. But my girl was in one piece and happy, so all's well that ends well in the prom stories of these beloved young people.






16 comments:

  1. Oh, I loved reading this. What a gem of a man, that chauffeur!

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    1. Elizabeth, I can tell you that my cousin enjoyed playing his chauffeur role to the hilt! He was, I hear, quite formal and military in his bearing! I guarantee you my nephew's mother slept a whole lot better on his prom night than I did on my daughter's!

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  2. Mostly what I want to say is...that boy is one of the most beautiful human beings I've ever laid eyes on.
    What a grand adventure!

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    1. Mary, isn't he though? And he's also one of the very sweetest human beings you'll ever encounter.

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  3. While I adored the first story, especially as a parent, as a human I can't help but think that your daughter is living the larger life. And that's a good thing.

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    1. Darling Vesuvius, thank you for the implication that I am not really a bad mother, lol! I do think they're both living large lives in their own distinct ways. At least I hope this is so. Love to you, friend.

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  4. The best prom story ever--from a worried parent's point of view, anyway.

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    1. Denise, right? I wish I had thought of this for my own son's prom. He didn't go because he decided he couldn't justify the expense of the limo. We tried to convince him otherwise but his mind was made up. He's very money conscious, that one.

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  5. I love the top photo, especially! That IS a great prom story, but I must say, as a teenager, I would have hated having my father chauffeur me -- even in "disguise." :)

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    1. Steve, my nephew did object to his father playing this role, but he was okay with his uncle doing chauffeur duty so long as he didnt let on that he was his uncle!

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  6. Isn't it a lovely thing when the older ones pull together and make magic for their unsuspecting younger ones? Life sure is beautiful, and so it that 'fro and the young man sporting it.

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    1. Nancy, you always have a wonderful way of seeing things. Yes, it was magic indeed. Hugs.

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  7. That'll be a great story for your nephew to tell in a few years when he's promoting his new tour/album on the Today show. :D

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