Sydney’s friend, Shaka, invited her to his Senior Prom. He promised me to be a gentleman with my daughter and I promised to simply “go along for the ride.” Literally.
Shaka’s car broke down at the last minute so I stepped in, got my car cleaned up, put on my tux, and assumed the role of a hired car service. I even sat in the parking lot of the local Waffle House at 1 o’clock in the morning while the youngsters had a “gay ol’ time” <grin>
No, it wasn’t the least bit awkward at all!
Hours in the making, this is going to be one fancy "do"!
