Here are pictures from before Prom yesterday. It was an oddly warm and humid evening, with a chill underneath it. Patrick wore Eric's good black suit, and went with his friend, Jeb, and Jeb's date, Megan. They were attending the dance, then had plans to go to Steak 'n Shake for dinner, and then possibly bowling later on, followed by a chaperoned after prom party at a friend's house in the next subdivision to ours. It sounds like he had a good time, although I haven't spoken to him myself; I was at work when he got home today, and then he headed for the mall for the afternoon with some friends.
We did actually take him to get a haircut earlier in the day, and we teased him that he got a minimalistic cut--his bangs still go down to almost his nose tip--although they did shape the back and sides some so he looks less shaggy. We decided against going the rented tux route because of both cost, and the fact that he didn't have a date that he needed to coordinate outfits with. 
Besides, black goes with everything!
Besides, black goes with everything! Patrick just got home and said that the bowling didn't happen because the bowling alley they went to was packed with an after-prom party from another high school, so they went on the the friend's house, where they were bored to tears for awhile, then played Dance Dance Revolution. He says his muscles are sore in his calves and his neck (from head banging to the music). He's also really tired out from all his adventures, and his butt is dragging at the moment!
Cliff, Kimmie, and Reimond are enroute back from MN. I am not sure where they got their directions from, but they are taking a really convoluted route back, and I am somewhat concerned about when exactly they will be getting in. They have had a bit of car trouble on the road with the car not starting; it may be that the starter is going out, or it could be operator error. It first refused to start about an hour south of Minneapolis, and Rei's dad (a mechanic) offered to go and look at it; he also suggested they turn around and head back so that it could be double checked before they got too far out when it failed to start about an hour and a half south of the metro area; Cliff elected to continue on, and it has been touchy, but is running. Jesse put in over 9 hours of labor on it on Saturday to be sure it was all perfect, and it was running fine when he was done (this trip to MN was sprung on Liisa and Jesse with little to no warning, so the things they had planned to do on the car before Cliff bought it got crammed into one day as a rush job), so he is as confused as the kids are. Part of me would like to just get in the car and go meet up with them and caravan back, but that is not really feasible, so I am just keeping in touch with multiple phone calls, and saying lots of prayers. Eric has been tracking their route on the map, but I am really frustrated that Cliff didn't bother to ask us (or Liisa, or Jesse, or Tony) for directions so that he was coming a direct route.
This has been a rugged weekend in a lot of ways, things I am not going to go into detail about. Suffice it to say I am exhausted by the stress and drama, I am tired of pseudo-adults who refuse to take adult responsibility for their decisions and actions, and I am tired of being placed in a position of needing to enforce rules and other things that should be common sense. I am tired of being taken for granted, and I am tired of being used. Eric feels the same way, and things are fine between us; in fact yesterday was our 9 month anniversary. We just have had very little time this week to be "just us" and we are feeling the strain a bit. Our "hard week" is starting tomorrow evening (Eric working 5 out of 7 evenings and having class 3 of those mornings), and we are NOT feeling relaxed, refreshed, or rested.
Keep your fingers crossed for us that things start settling down soon!
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