More often than not, when it comes to TV, I find that I’m a day late and a dollar short. Even if someone raves about a certain show (The Wire, The Office, 30 Rock, etc), telling me that I have to watch it, it’s never too high on my priority list. Which is why last night was the first night that I finally got around to watching one of these recommendations: It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
My first thought: Why did I wait so long?
I actually laughed out loud at certain points. There’s something so appealing about that cutting, sarcastic, I-know-we’re-best-friends-but-I’m-going-to-put-you-down-and-out-do-you-any-chance-I-get (get all that?) kind of humor that, before I knew it, I was through the first season. (That’s productive, right? At least, productive enough for a Sunday…) Season two: bring it on.
My second thought (as per one of the episodes): Wouldn’t it be fun to go to prom again?
Which was immediately followed by a little voice in my head saying, yeah, right – remember the last time you thought that?
My freshman year in college, I was still friendly with one kid back home who I had worked with at a summer camp. He was two years younger, and at a neighboring high school, but we stayed in touch fairly frequently. At one point during the year we were talking, and he told me about the upcoming junior prom. He seemed worried that he wouldn’t have a date by the time it rolled around – an idea that I thought was crazy, considering the fact that he’s a good looking guy, and had plenty of girl friends. So, when he jokingly (I thought) said, “So, if I can’t find a date, would you wanna go to prom?” I laughed and said, “Sure, why not.”
It turns out that he couldn’t (or didn’t) find a date. So here I was, finished my freshman year of college, going to a junior prom with one guy I knew (who I now suspected had a bit of a crush on me – I know, I know, I’m slow on the uptake), and a bunch of his friends, who I’d never met before.
I’m not sure which made me feel older – being at that prom, or being back on my college campus over a month ago.
I might have to go with the prom.
Not only was the dance itself awkward at best (after a freshman year of frat parties, I’d forgotten how to dance without alcohol), but the school-sponsored after party was…well, kind of a joke. I felt completely trapped by not having my own car there, and spent the better part of the after after party (at some other girl’s house) trying to figure out how to convince Junior that I really should be getting home.
With the combination of the Always Sunny episode and it having been prom season for the past month or so, I’ve thought back on each one that I attended (five total), and come to this conclusion: I had a great time at most of those proms, which would explain why I didn’t recognize that last one as a terrible idea. But, in hindsight, it was kind of like that last bite of ice cream, when you’re already too full. Or that last sip of margarita, when you already know you’ve had enough.
Sometimes it’s just better to quit while you’re ahead.
Now, I wonder how long before that lesson finally sinks in…
*Yes, “We’ve Got Tonight” was my super predictable and cheesy senior prom song. And at the time? I loved every second of it.