It's prom season and the drama is high. " Girl-A" can't find that perfect date. "Girl-B" can't find that perfect dress. "Boy-C" is refusing to attend and is getting tired of hearing about the fabled perfect dress. Hearing my youth kids talk about prom brought back memories for me. I attended my senior prom in a red and black Scarlett O'Hare ensemble. (Allow me to remind you, it WAS 1987.) There was nothing particularly memorable about the night. I attended with my highschool boyfriend. I broke curfew. I can't for the life of me remember the theme song. A few weeks after the prom the aforementioned boyfriend dumped me. I collected all the pictures, letters, gifts, etc into a pile and burned them in the backyard. For that reason, I don't think fondly on proms. But all that is about to change! Jason is the Senior chaperone this year. We have decided to make an event of it. I'll be wearing a black velvet gown. (Much more elegant than the Scarlett get up, I assure you.) Jason will wear a matching black velvet blazer with his hip suit. We will dance and laugh. This will be a prom to remember. I hope my dress fits. How should I do my hair? Who will be at out table? Who will have the most gorgeous dress? It's prom season and the drama is high.