Super Throwback Thursday, senior prom edition. I wore a $40 dress from the sale rack at Macy’s and my date spent the entire night mooning over his ex-girlfriend. When they played the prom theme song (Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, because nothing says “prom” like a song about getting hammered) I asked him to dance with me and he declined, leaving me to dance with the only other guy not already dancing - a large ex-juvie hall denizen everyone called “Monkey”. He was a good dancer. I asked him what he did to get into juvie and he said “violated parole”. “So… you had been arrested before?” “Yeah. Stabbed a guy.” “Oh.”
"Well, Monkey, you’re a good dancer. You uh… learn that in jail too? Heheh?" "No, they just teach you not to drop the soap." "…" He smiled. He was joking. It was hard to tell.
I put my head on his shoulder and we finished our dance. He bowed to me and went outside to smoke a cigar. There was a “no smoking” sign, but nobody stopped him. Later, we all went out for late-night donuts. It was a good prom night and I hope wherever Monkey is today he is still dancing.