tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post3122151453185541058..comments2023-09-15T10:21:55.537-06:00Comments on Is It Just Me?: Prom ExtravaganzaRandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-77611285899223777432009-09-10T01:48:48.286-06:002009-09-10T01:48:48.286-06:00Holy Crap. Seriously? I know I'm, like 2 years...Holy Crap. Seriously? I know I'm, like 2 years late on this one... Sadly I grew up in the 'mission field' (sentance heavily dipped in snark juice) So we just, you know, had dinner, went to prom. And Prom was kinda lame ::shrug:: The big tri-stake dances we'd have were way more fun. But then again we had a total of maaaaybe 5 LDS kids in my HS growing up. and we were all like siblings. totally dampened the date options. :c)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-89968187761891043532007-10-11T01:18:00.000-06:002007-10-11T01:18:00.000-06:00Well, this phenomenon sadly is not reserved to Uta...Well, this phenomenon sadly is not reserved to Utah. Here in Arizona we do that. . . for homecoming, winter formal, prom, the spring fling. . .even for the "cheap" dances. And we even have to ask/answer cute and fancy. Who would dare think it's okay to just ask (gasp!) outright? No, no, no, that's just not how it works here.Caroline C. Binghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08883064932707416161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-11747040433093267112007-09-01T11:10:00.000-06:002007-09-01T11:10:00.000-06:00New reader to your blog here....but this post gave...New reader to your blog here....but this post gave me a bout of hearty laughter that I so needed. I grew up in MI, and Prom was reserved to going out to a nice dinner...arriving to prom in Dad's nice car (or a limo w/ a bunch of friends pitching in on the cost, if you were lucky), the dance and the big TURN down of boys propositions. You catch my drift. :-) When I moved to Utah after graduating, I was there for a year. I went to my grandparents home ward. I was amazed to see kids showing up in their prom outfits the following day @ church. Upon inquiring I learned about the marathon dates that only happen in Utah. I was amazed....and this post made me smile. Thanks!Binne77https://www.blogger.com/profile/17479267461640148537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-89142572182386560672007-07-27T18:19:00.000-06:002007-07-27T18:19:00.000-06:00haha it's very true. You figure out a lot about th...haha it's very true. You figure out a lot about the people in your 24-hour group of friends.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-53878838046231308932007-04-26T18:02:00.000-06:002007-04-26T18:02:00.000-06:00Thanks! And thanks for dropping by!Thanks! And thanks for dropping by!Randihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-57623765988456723482007-04-26T12:01:00.000-06:002007-04-26T12:01:00.000-06:00Okay, Randi...when i saw that you are a fellow blo...Okay, Randi...when i saw that you are a fellow blogger I had to check you out. I'm delurking.<BR/>This post cracked me up. I soooo understand "the mission field" vs. the "separate country - UT Valley." Glad to see it went well! ~StephanieAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13544457837228612202noreply@blogger.com