By Scotty Craighead

Last night at seven, I was grating three types of cheese, cooking ten slices of bacon, slicing two avocados, and toasting twelve slices of bread. It was two hours before my Senior Prom, and I was preparing dinner for my date and two other couples.

Before finalizing the grilled cheeses, we headed outside for the classic pre-prom photo-op. I wore a completely black suit complete with hat and cane. There was only one exception, the tan moccasins on my feet. There was no question as to which shoes I would wear. Four years of high school dances have taught me that moccasins make the best dancing shoes.

The photographs consisted of the traditional group, couple, and glamour shots, and a particularly exciting guys-only photo on the trampoline. Girls did not partake in the trampoline pictures for obvious reasons. After the photos were over it was time to finish dinner. As Master Chef, I instructed everyone in constructing their own sandwiches of grilled cheese, bacon, avocado, and tomato. A minor timing miscalculation resulted in a rush to clear the table before our sandwiches lost their “cheesy freshness”.

While I would have liked to sit and bask in the glorious aftertaste of a good grilled cheese, members of our group rushed me off to the National Wildlife Art Museum, venue for the final dance of high school. It was a wonderful night of dancing. If you’ve never performed the Robot, the Invisible Ball, or the perennial favorite — Dirty Dancing — in moccasins, you don’t know what you’re missing.