JC’s Blog

So I am pretty sure everyone wants to know how prom went… well, I think it went awesome… now, hopefully Erika has the same feelings about this. Unfortunately for the youngins it was raining cats and dogs… where were the cats when that bird attacked me last week? So that made the voyage out to her house a long and scary one. Yup, she lived about an hour and some minutes away. Luckily I didn’t have an old white guy as a driver… I had a young hip brotha. We pretty much talked sports and swapped stories about weird people we have come across in our line of work. Shout out to Dayton by the way.

So we finally arrive at her house. Every single family member was waiting out there with her. Half of those family members were of the male gender and about 99% were more muscular and intimidating than I am (the other 1% was for the lil boy that was hanging out there). I don’t know why but I always feel like I am more awkward than a young deer learning how to walk. I feel like I cant walk and I drop things and I forget to say things. After getting threatened with my life if I treated her wrong we were on our way (I don’t blame them, I am going to threaten every single guy who looks at my sister until she is 30 years old).

We had some dinner and arrived at prom. For some reason I felt super nervous to walk in there. All these thoughts were going through my head like: what if I left my fly down? What if I fall in a puddle? What if I accidentally trip her and she falls in the puddle? What if a kid calls me a dork for going to prom at 25 years old? Actually I have an answer for that one… I would kick him.

We walked in and luckily I blended in with the kids… for once I was glad my face could not produce facial hair thus making me look like a teen. I was also shorter than most of these kids. As far as dancing goes I am not surprised at what I saw in there. Plenty of kissing and grooving, the thing is that I didn’t know what to do. I can’t dance on her because A. she is in high school B. I have a girlfriend C. I would feel oogie D. it would be weird E. her brother said he would kill me.

So I spent the night at a good two feet distance, except when we slow danced. One girl did break the two foot bubble. I started feeling a girl going to town behind me. So I kept dancing a lil bit and all of a sudden I felt a firm pinch on my gluteus maximum. I perked up like dog when he hears a low pitched whistle… except my tail didn’t start wagging. Fortunately that was the only incident of the night except for when the teachers tried to pull me in the closet… haha, just kidding.

I went, I danced, I didn’t make that big of a fool in front of people… I don’t think, and Erika had a good time : )

I may have to retire from Prom:

I J-Si, (tear) feel its time in my career to (sniff), hold on let me compose myself. After four wonderful proms and coming out of retirement for my 5th, and still never winning Prom King, I have decided to fully hang up my tuxedo shoes. I had some great times and some bad times, but my body cannot handle another dancing for four hours straight. My dancing is not what it used to be and I feel like instead of helping my date… (tear) I am hurting them. Thank you!!! It is ok to retire my tuxedo whenever you want.

WORD!!!!

Check out the pictures at kiddlive.com!!! Thank you ERIKA!!!!