I’ve gotta hand it to the boys in this group for planning such a killer date for the girls. They went horseback riding earlier in the day, then met back up at the Noni Gardens for a dinner catered by The Pizza Factory.
Seeing them looking all gorgeous and spiffy totally brought me back to those Dance Dates in High School. One in particular, that brings back the most memories for me, would have to be Preference in 10th grade.
The date started with 2 of the people in our group sliding off of the icy road as they went to pick up their dates who lived in the canyon. Then we ended up getting a flat tire in the garage at Crossroads Plaza in Salt Lake City and none of us could figure out how to drop the spare tire from the bottom of the car so we could change the flat. So we spent a couple of hours just hanging out in a parking garage hoping we wouldn’t get robbed…we were only 16, it was a real fear of ours. Despite the series of unfortunate events that we were experience, we still had a lot of fun.
Little did I know that the most memorable part of that date was still to come….
After finally making it home, we all went to the home of a girl in our group, who’s mom had prepared a huge spaghetti dinner for all of us to enjoy. I thought something tasted a little funny so I very sweetly (haha) scraped my food onto my cute date’s plate, and he finished it off for me. What a champ.
Well as it so happens, as the guys were changing into their tux’s they all started complaining of ”the food not quite sitting right in their stomaches”. My date was feeling the worst of it though, because of the extra food that he ate because of me. So needless to say, we spent almost the entire night sitting on a bench outside of the Courthouse where the dance was held, because all of the perfumes and colognes were making him feel nauseous. We did, however, go in long enough to get our picture taken with his greenish looking face and sicky eyes. But being in there with all of the smells was too much to handle so we ended up leaving early to take him home.
So there we were, 6 people crammed into a little Honda Civic racing to my dates house as fast as we could.
Then we hit a bump in the road.
That’s when the carnage of the spaghetti dinner was unleashed.
All over me.
I think I’ve blocked most of what happened after that out of my mind, but I do remember that there was a lot of screaming involved.
And what became of that date of mine? The one that threw up all over me and my awesome dress from JMR???
I married him a few years later. We now have 5 beautiful little Blake and Amy’s running around.
And we don’t have spaghetti very often in our house.