The boy paid for the tickets and dinner. Dad paid for the gown, the hair, the shoes and the boy's boutonniere. My job was to look pretty and act charming. The boy's job was to look proper and safe to Mom and Dad, and get me home on time. Kids, and curfews, are looser these days.
Prom night is wide open to anything.
Parents who send their kids to Cancun for spring break often don't hesitate to let them spend prom night with their friends at a local hotel. Then Dad drove him to the tuxedo rental shop. Aha, I thought. Too young to work, but old enough to consume what the prom industry sells. He's bucking the trends.