Oh, Those HIgh School Dances Bloghop!

Since I totally forgot today was the Oh, Those High School Dances Bloghop and of course am participating I am going to postpone announcing the winners from the Dust It Off Bloghop. So much bloghopping fun! Thank you again to everyone who took part.

Now on to the coolest idea for a bloghop. Thanks Kelley and Emily for hosting! I cannot wait to hop around and look at all the pics and read all the stories. Okay so let's get started:

Here are the rules for participation:
1. Post pictures of your high school dances. (Make sure you tell us which one you are if they're group pictures.)
2. Share with us your funniest high school dance story.
3. That's it!

There are three categories to win prizes and Emily and I will both be picking a winner.

The three categories are:
1. Best Dressed
2. Funniest Dance Story
3. Cutest Couple

What can you win? A choice between a three chapter critique or whatever book you desire ($10 or less).

So dig through your photo albums and scan in your pictures. This is going to be a crazy fun blog hop!

The picture above is one of the funniest moment of my senior prom. I was eighteen  and my date, steady boyfriend, Eric was 22 he robbed the cradle as the saying goes. My mom insisted that we get our picture taken as well as individual pictures which she still has hanging in her living right by the front door. Eric who is usually unbelievably talkative became very quiet. Hmm. What's going on? We took our pictures as he stood there awkwardly uncomfortable. Once the pictures were over he told me the girl taking our picture was in his graduating class. He had graduated high school four years earlier and he was back at senior prom. He was happy to be with me, but mortified at the same time. Now I think it is hilarious! I can only imagine what was going through his head.

Later that night a slow song played over the speakers and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor. I don't dance, at least not without a few drinks in me, but a slow dance with him I was more than willing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed to the music, he made fun of me for moving us into a slow turning circle, but like I said can't dance. Then the song ended and the most upbeat dance song blared out. The dance floor erupted, arms flying up, circles forming and there was me looking for my closest exit. I couldn't dance, still can't and there was no way I was going to give it a go at prom. While I looked for my exit route Eric grabbed my hands and was about to start dancing when I spotted a friend, yelled her name and abandoned him on the dance floor. Flat out left him in mid dance move. Two weeks later when I received my VHS tape, yes a VHS tape, of the prom I couldn't wait to put it in. The only appearance me and Eric made on the tape was when I abandoned him on the dance floor. The person recording happened to be standing right next to us at that exact moment and it is as clear as day. We celebrated our eleven year anniversary on Sunday and he still hasn't let me live that one down.

Now the fun part the pictures. I wish I remembered to grab the hundreds of pics I had at my parent's house. The ones I do have are scanned from a photo album so sorry if they are blurry.

 We went into Manhattan after prom and took a carriage ride around Central Park.

 We thought we were Charlie's Angels. We did this exact pose at Vanessa's (Right, black/white dress) wedding when she married her longtime boyfriend and date to the prom five years later.