Maggie had a BLAST at her prom. I was a doubting Thomas throughout the process. I thought the crowd would scare her, I though the music would scare her, I thought she would be too tired on a Friday night, I thought she would last about 30 minutes tops. If Maggie had the motor skills, she would roll her eyes at me. I was wrong wrong wrong.
But let’s start at the beginning. You will recall the vote on the appropriate wrap for the prom. Maggie kept changing her own vote but we ultimately opted for the blue sweater. The overwhelming majority, including me, voted for the white. However, I noticed that everyone who works with kids, and all the kids themselves, voted for the blue one. In addition, those within San Francisco voted for the blue 10-1. San Francisco voting results never correlates with state or national votes, so this is nothing new, but I have to listen to our peeps. She looked fabulous.
Maggie really the dancing and the music and her beau Juan was very attentive. They even had a formal picture taken together. (I have not seen that yet.) Juan was decked out in his suit and, as handsome as he was, he was in competition with Tyre in his suit and hat and with Robert in his Cape and Italian Flag bow tie.