Last night my wife mentioned to me that her mother who is in a nursing home was having a “Senior Prom” and wanted to know if we (the family) could come to the prom. I said “sure, why not”. I mean how bad could it be. The old folks want to feel young again and that’s cool. I know when I’m that age, I’ll tear it up in my wheel chair as they spout nick names for me like “hot rod” and “Evel Knievel” to which I will just throw up my thumbs up sign while swerving through the halls of the nursing home screaming “watch out!”.

Anyway, I kinda went off subject there for a minute. So, this “Senior Prom” thing should be cool. All of the residents of the nursing home got new dresses and suits for the event and there will be catered food (yum). I’ll post actual photos of the even tomorrow, but here’s one that I think represents the night as it will occur.

If they start spiking the punch with little blue pills, I’m outta there! I swear it!

UPDATE:

I stayed home and let the wife and kids go to this thing, so unfortunately I won’t have any photos of grandma doing the Macarena or gramps trying to do the Hand Jive (no pun intended). Sorry kids, maybe next time!