Most people’s prenuptial agreements protect finances.
I didn’t have a staggering net worth or massive inheritance to consider, but I did have my sanity to defend. At twenty two, I was wise enough to know a woman’s opinion holds more merit when she is engaged than it ever will at any other point in her marriage.
It was during that golden time that I made Brian sign a spiral bound paper (college ruled), initialing in blood that we would never live in the Dakotas, I could have a cat, and he would squish spiders.
Like I said, important, important things.
I’m not sure if the agreement will be upheld in court as a legal document, but it is signed and dated.
One item of business discussed during engagement (although it was not signed upon), was to have a BIG date once a year: high school dance style. I’m not talking about going to dinner at Chipotle. I mean, a real, planned, get dressed up and go all out date. Going to high school in Las Vegas, I enjoyed some elaborate dance dates…but wouldn’t it be so much more appreciated to do it all again, married, leaving your house of kids to dress up for the guy you’d actually been hoping would ask you?
It took seven years to execute B + A Prom Date, but we made it happen last week.
Cue spray tan.
I got my nails done.
I timed fresh hair just right.
I bought a pretty dress, complete with the annoyances of trying on 57 before finding one that covered everything it needed to.
I got my makeup done.
Wait, did I shave my legs? Oh, well.
We had appetizers at Wolfgang Puck, where I felt inclined to solemnly place a small silver dish at the end of the table with a red rose lying on it…
I surprised Brian with a helicopter tour of Las Vegas.
Although there was no alcohol involved, I still felt hungover the next morning from too little sleep, so I felt I got the full, stereotypical high school dance experience. Satisfying.
Brian and I had the best time. The night was exciting and fresh, and I laughed hard enough to require a potty break. I don’t tell you any of this to glorify our night…I am telling you this so that you’ll do that same.
If it sounds fun to you, have a “Prom Night.” If it sounds ridiculous, it is.
I’ve always been drawn to ridiculous.