Do-Over

Wouldn't it be nice if life came with a "do-over" button? Mess up an assignment for work? No problem! Just hit "do over"! Really fun vacation you wanna relive? Do it over! Sigh. Although life doesn't work like this, it sometimes presents situations that allow you to experience similar situations again. This week, Dr. Charming's school held a med school prom. Now you might be thinking- How cheesy! Ugly corsages. Awkward invites. Ugh. But this time around, it would be different. We are all into our mid-twenties, and out of that uncomfortable adolescent stage. Plus there was going to be an open bar to help with any of the awkwardness... J and I were really excited to attend a prom that would hopefully be the opposite of our high school experiences. No more unhappy dates. No stuffy outfits. Just laughs, dancing, and good memories. So I borrowed a dress that I had always loved from J's sister, (she is totally my fairy godmother, as the dress unexpectedly fit me like a glove! Yay) and attempted a smokey eye, and we were off!

 

At the pre prom party I enjoyed my little Strawberitas, snacks, and the Bruins game. And after a great win by the Bs, we walked over to the event. Once inside, it didn't take long for my dancing feet to start acting up. After a glass of white wine, I was ready to hit the dance floor. J and I danced like fools for 2 hours. And I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was my absolute favorite part of the entire night. After I did the sprinkler about 20 times, we sat to rest. Looking around, I was still able to find some of that high school awkwardness, and I smiled to myself. It's so interesting to see such accomplished, amazing people (not to mention future doctors) resort back to those uncomfortable feelings. Should I dance with her? Maybe I shouldn't stand here. I don't want to be alone. And this really got me thinking. Aren't these feelings that we all experience throughout life? I feel like life would be some much simpler and easier if we could just dance like fools together without judgment. And I'm all for supporting that cause! But until then, I guess I'll continue to dance like a fool at the risk of being judged. 

Overall, I had a fabulous weekend with my wonderful prom date. And as I walked home in J's suit jacket, I definitely felt some of those teenage butterflies in my stomach. It really is those precious moments that make me appreciate the ways in which we have matured and grown together as individuals and a couple. I feel very lucky that I was able to be his med school prom date. And while we don't have an embarrassing professional photo souvenir, we have so many silly memories to remind us of our lovely prom night. 

Me with my favorite future doctors!