His T-shirt read “Mason LAX.” He dug out his wallet as I rang up his dozen red roses. Young guy, senior at Mason High. For the girlfriend? I asked. He nodded. Prom? He nodded again. “Tickets went on sale today, $120 each. They’re renting some place, there’s a big dinner. Wear a tux, she buys a dress. Should be fun.”
The bugle has sounded for prom season. In the floral department nearest Mason High School, Ohio’s largest, we have moved onto the field of battle known as the Invitation. Teenager social mores ignite immense pressure to perform and just on Monday night, I wrapped please-come-to-prom bouquets for eight nervous beaux.
“I keep asking him to explain all this to me, and I’m still not getting it,” said a mom whose strapping child was morosely poking around the carnations. “I guess the girl expects flowers or balloons or something when he asks her to prom. Even if they’ve been going together. I don’t remember this growing up; do you?”
Mason’s prom will mean orders for us to make close to 300 corsages and boutonnieres. On Easter Sunday, Amanda finished her prom poster board displaying 94 choices of ribbon plus add-ons of feathers or metal charms. New this year: keepsake beaded bracelets. For $75, we’ll build a corsage you can see from space.
I tied a red ribbon around the red roses for the Mason High senior. “This must be the first money you’re spending on prom,” I said. “Nope,” he replied. “Had to buy paint.” What? “I’m going to go watch my girlfriend play lacrosse tonight, and we needed paint so my friends and I can write out P-R-O-M-? on our chests.”
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