So, I did a little matchmaking this past weekend. One of our friend’s daughters needed a date for prom and I had a supply of college freshmen from my fraternity. We hand picked a guy and sent them off and from what I hear, they had a pretty good time.

Adriene and I went out for dinner on Saturday night and while we were out we saw several girls in flowing dresses and their dates being led by the hand adorned in tuxedos. All of it made me a little wistful and nostalgic, as I am wont to do. I went to prom four times, once while in high school and then three times in college. I’ve written about some of my past experiences here before. I have a lot of good memories from dances where I was with all my friends, all dressed up, laughing and cutting up. Dancing and going out to dinner. Even after twelve or thirteen years, I still have pretty vivid recall of it evenings. I always wonder about the people who mar their memories from bad choices at their high school dances. Even at my worst prom, I still have a lot to laugh about.

Something about that era stirs some strong feelings in me. Maybe it has to do with being at that point in life where you really don’t know what’s going to happen next. College is still on the horizon or just beginning and things like a job and family are so far in the future that you have no idea what’s going to happen. The potential seems boundless at that stage in life. It’s all very exciting.

Not that I have any idea what’s going to happen in my life next, either. There’s still a lot of uncharted territory for me to cover. And I like not having to worry if the girl wants to go on another date after the dance.

I broke down and bought Blue Like Jazz this weekend. We’ll see if I like it.