Prom

Haylie went on her first date four months ago.

It was to her high school Sweetheart's Dance with her friend, Ty.

I had every intention, being the-good-and-faithful-mother-that-I-long-to-be, to post pictures on the blog.

I took a LOT of pictures. And some mighty fine ones at that. But, alas, it wasn't meant to be. My life got in the way.  

(Pshhht. Life. Sometimes I wish it would just leave me alone.)

Then came Prom in March. Her second date. Again, with her friend, Ty.

Trying even harder to be the-mother-I-want-to-be, I almost got the pictures from Prom posted THAT VERY NIGHT! I was feeling mighty proud of myself.  I'd say even a bit...puffed up. Pompous, perhaps.

But then something else got in my way...

...Downton Abbey.

(I *heart* D.A.)

But now I've had to mournfully say goodbye for a season to Ladies Mary, Edith, and Sybil.  And to (the kind) Mr. Bates, (the evil) O'Brian, and (the utterly handsome) Matthew. *thud*

So, now that I have all this new-found free time, I gleefully present:

Haylie and Ty. And the Prom.

The dress. 

Haylie entered a facebook contest with David's Bridal, and uh, ya, she won. And this dress was the prize. Pretty pretty, eh?

(I added the sleeves because there is someone on this planet who decided that
NO PROM DRESS SHOULD EVER BE SOLD WITH SLEEVES ON IT! I want to hunt this person down. And slap them.)

No jewelry? No problemo.
A last-minute drive to Target (at mach 8.7) solved that little predicament.

 The boutonniere pinning. I do believe that Ty is blushing!

The neighbors (and their cameras) came out of the woodwork for the big event. 

 Oh, and look! There's Julie! Julie likes to pose for my pictures. Like here (click).

 I luuv Ty's white tux. And Chad and his date looked pretty awesome, too.

 Awww.

 Leaving our house to go pick up the rest of the group.

  

 

 "Bye, Haylie! You look so cute through Ty's window."

And look at Ty! What a great guy, putting on his seat belt and all. Safety first!

Now, these two ladies had NO IDEA what SURPRISE was waiting for them at the next house.

And that surprise was this little beauty:

As soon as the kids left our house, Ty's family and I jumped in our cars and sped over to where the limo was parked so that we could get a few shots of the whole group. The kids were all inside the house taking pictures and didn't know we were outside.

(We are really clever people, you see.)

As we stood out front waiting, suddenly, someone got the idea that a few of us should get 

INSIDE the limo and surprise Haylie and Ty when they got in. 

The idea was brill.  Absolutely brill.

(This was my first time ever in a limousine, and I. was. excited.  However, after climbing in, I must say I was a leetle bit disappointed. Hello! Where was the swimming pool? Srsly, people! I've always thought limos had swimming pools in them.)

(But not this one. Noooo. These boys must have ordered the "budget" limo.)

(Lame-o limo.)

(Psshht.)

(And psshht again.)

I believe these glasses were for water. Or Sprite. A cold root beer, perhaps.

 Jordan and Lindsay, Ty's cute sibs, just relaxin' in all that luxury. 

(Check out that groovy mirror on the ceiling!)

 

Oh, here they come! They are SO CLUELESS to our clever little plan.

(Call me Paparazzo Maryanne, taking secret photos through the window of the limo.)

 

Hehehe. Watching Spying and waiting.

 Looks like they're staring right at us, but thanks to the uber-dark limo windows, 

they can't see a thing!

They're all just checking out the sweet 'wheels' that are going to deliver them to the dance.

 Posing for one last group shot, in front of the limo. 

Little did Haylie know, I was just on the other side of the glass. See! Complete genius!

 Eeek, this is it! They have no idea we're in here! Here they come!

 "Hi Haylie!  Guess what? I'm going to the Prom with you.

And so are Lindsay and Jordan! Isn't that awesome?!"

"Umm, you are??"

 Ty: "What's that? I didn't hear you right. You're....coming....with us? R-rr-really?"
(Uttered with a forced and slightly terrified smile.)

Ha! I can be a pretty un-cool mom, but I'm not that un-cool. Just wanted to see you guys squirm.

 

 All squished in and ready to roll.

 Awww (again).

 And there they go.

Thrilled that Moms, Dads, brothers, and sisters are left behind.

The End.

P.S. It was at about this moment that I reached my hand into my jeans pocket and discovered the melted Girl Scout cookie that the generous (yet buff and quite intimidating) limo driver had given me earlier. He warned me to not put it in my pocket.

Meh.