Paul is going to Prom today. He asked a girl from school. True to form, he didn't tell either of his parents. How did I find out? Facebook, of course. A picture of a blonde girl showed up on my news feed and it was tagged with Paul's name.
"That doesn't look like Paul." I thought to myself.
The girl was holding a Post-it note with "Prom? from Paul" written on it. The girl was smiling and doing thumbs-up.
The next time I saw Paul, I asked him what it was all about. He said, "Yeah, I asked Taylor to prom. She's in Italy right now on the band trip, so I had Emily stick the post-it in her suitcase. When she found the note, Emily took a picture and posted it on facebook."
I know nothing about Taylor beyond what she looks like, courtesy of the picture, what her first and last name are, and that she's on the track team. And that she's a senior.
This is the least involved with Prom that I've ever been. I don't know if that's good or not. We will go to the home of whoever is hosting the picture-taking for photos of course.
Paul has ordered a white tux. All the guys in his group are going white. Paul isn't normally known for spilling his food on himself so that's not so much of a worry. But any sort of smudge is going to show up.