The Junior Prom was on April 22nd, a Friday evening. It seems foolish now that it was held on a Friday, because it obliterated a school day. I could think of little else all day.
We doubled with my friend Richard and his girlfriend Lianne, because I had failed my driving test. But that's another story.
Julie came out of her house in an incredible orange-pink floral cotton scoop-necked dress she had made. And she had the build to take full advantage that scoop, too.
I didn't know how to slow dance, but remember holding Julie close in my arms, to "I Won't Last a Day Without You," forever assigning special meaning to the song. I went out later, looking for the single, but couldn't find it, so bought a whole album, just for the one song.
We cut out at about 10 pm to catch a show in Waikiki. Melveen Leed was playing. Julie was already knowledgeable about drinks, and asked for a wine cooler. I had just become legal, and showed my ID with pride when they carded me. Not knowing anything about drinks, I took the same. It was the first alcohol I had ever ordered. I didn't care for it.
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The Rose Among Mushrooms
Non-FictionThis was not written for public consumption, and will be as boring as someone else's home videos to most. It is a memoir of someone in my past. I wanted to capture the story before the memories faded. Feel free to skip it.
