Remember the Prom?

Honestly, who can forget.  Tacky long dress, nervous bow-tied date, clip-on corsage, and the promise of a Big Night.

Back in my day, the guy mumbled his request for a date in the hallway on the way to class.  Now, boys have to amp it up for a elaborate “promposal“, asking for a date in a creative, memorable, and extravagant way.  In fact, I read that the whole promposal business has gotten so huge that it may become the focus of a new reality TV series next season.  Move over Housewives of Wherever!

I went to the Proms Sunday night.  Yes, I do mean Proms, plural.

There was no promposal, but there was lots of fanfare.


In England, the BBC Proms extends over an eight-week summer season of daily orchestral classical music concerts, predominantly in the Royal Albert Hall in London. On the last night, there is a huge finale in Hyde Park.  I learned that the word, Proms, is short for promenade concert, a term which originally referred to outdoor concerts in London’s  gardens where the audience was free to stroll around while the orchestra was playing.

We strolled around quite a bit, past all the Brits dressed in Union Jack attire, waving their flags, and enjoying their hampers (i.e. picnic baskets) while listening to the music.  The Proms is quite a patriotic affair.


A highlight of the evening came when the cast of the musical, Let It Be, took the stage dressed in their Beatles regalia and sang all the favorite familiar tunes from the Fab Four.  It was hard not to get caught up in the moment as the crowd sang those last refrains of Hey Jude loud and proud over and over: na na na nananana…..hey Jude!

The evening traditionally ends with a playlist of patriotic songs and bombastic fireworks, a true fanfare.


Now that’s what I call a Big Night!

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