Senior Prom

On Thursday evening a group of seniors and their dates arrived at the 79th Street Boat Basin to board the Festiva Yacht for the time honored tradition of prom night.

The evening started out with a cocktail hour (all the orange sodas on the rocks a 17 year old could possible want) and some twilight dancing as we sailed south, down the Hudson River.

The boys were gentlemen, the girls were charming, and the dresses only somewhat more fashionable than what I wore in 1991.

Entering the calmer waters of the East River, we sat down to an Italian meal and some Frank Sinatra. Our resident eyetalian Frankie F. (and who says there is any truth to stereotypes?) proclaimed that it wasn't the "macaroni and meatballs my mom makes every Sunday" but it was "delicious" nonetheless.

With dinner done, we ascended back to the upper deck and danced the night away. Some with more grace, tact, and good taste than others.

Throughout the evening a general sense of levity and fraternity prevailed. There was even a round of spontaneous toasts at the end of dinner in which a number of seniors proclaimed life-long brotherhood and love while testifying to a genuine happiness over the past four years. Go Stags!

Meanwhile, Kate and I did our best to grudgingly enjoy our thankless jobs as chaperones.