My new high school was going to have a dance. It was to be similar to a Junior-Senior Prom and was considered one of the most important events of the school year. It was to be called the Junior-Senior Dance, and it had a Hawaiian theme.
Since the dance had a Hawaiian theme, someone on the dance planning committee thought it might be a good idea to have me join the committee. So I went into the planning committee meeting with all kinds of great ideas.
The budget was low so there wouldn't be many decorations, mainly crepe paper and balloons. I suggested a color scheme of red and yellow since those are the official colors of Hawaii. It turned out the school had an extra supply of another color of crepe paper, so my idea was immediately shot down. I volunteered to do the hula, but the committee didn't want any Hawaiian music. Country and Western and Pop Music were the choices. Finally, we discussed the menu. The committee wanted fried chicken. I suggested if they were going to have fried chicken they should at least have some pineapple or other fruit to give the meal a Hawaiian flare. I was quickly told that the committee wanted fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob and that no one liked pineapple.
I left the meeting fully disillusioned. None of my suggestions were even given a discussion. Although I was officially listed as a committee member, I never wanted any credit for the Junior-Senior Dance.
I went to the Junior-Senior Dance with a handsome young man named Patrick. He wore a white tuxedo jacket with black pants and brought me a corsage. I had a wonderful time even though the dance wasn't very "Hawaiian".
Patrick was very sweet and very handsome. I liked him, but for whatever reason we never went out again.