I scored a date to the prom for my son. Really. This is one of those mother-of-the-year stories.
With his new license, my son drives between his father’s house and mine at will. At 16, he’s not my most open and communicative kid. I was so bummed to find out the week before prom that he didn’t have a date. He was playing it cool, like it didn’t matter. So I asked him if he would go if I got him a hot date from another school. He doubted I could do it, so of course I rose to the challenge.
As it’s done in the modern world, I introduced them on My Space, and my son invited her via text messaging. I cannot convey the flurry of stress and activity that ensued in the following 72 hours. You must know that I achieved the fine moment of getting the girl to say “yes” just as I was leaving town. How am I going to do this? I am headed to the airport on an out-of-town business trip. (Lest you strip me of my mother-of-the-year award upon discovering that I am out of town on prom weekend, remember that my son does not communicate. I had one week notice on prom. OK, OK, I should have checked the calendar myself. Deduct some points.)
Now I have some serious tasks to accomplish in the next 48 hours, and his dad wants no part of this stress. I need a tux. I need a safe ride from Escondido to Petco Park. I need flowers. I run the BBB. I have contacts. I call my limo contact. They are all booked up for the weekend. Crap, now what do I do.
Well, Sheryl, how about doing what you tell everyone else to do? At the airport, I pulled out my phone. I accessed the internet (thank you teenagers for forcing me to text and look up movie times on my phone.) I went to bbb.org and found a report on an accredited tux shop two miles from my house. I called them and told them my son was on the way. I looked for an accredited limo driver. The second report I pulled up was close to home and they had an available limo at a lower rate than my sold-out buddy. Two more phone calls and I was set.
I know I run the place, but I’m a believer. My son had a great prom experience, and I didn’t worry whether the companies I chose would take advantage of him. We both have pretty great memories of that flurry of a weekend. Make some of your own. Try it for yourself at bbb.org.