In May of 1952, Pat and I and Jerry and Maxine were still going out as a foursome; The Senior Prom no exception.
I was going to spend the night with Maxine, whose parents were out of town. After the Dinner and Prom itself, nearly everyone in those days headed for the beaches to have parties afterward, in small groups.
Pat lived on Indialantic Beach with his mother, but she was spending the evening with friends.
The Other Three decided Little Maggie (nondrinker; noalcohol in my home; parents sometimes had cocktails when dining out in Orlando) needed to have the experience of drinking in Safe Company, so she'd know what it was like and avoid it out in the Big Bad World.
The Plan involved changing clothes at Maxine's; raiding Pat's mother's liquor supply for Scotch, and taking it and cartons of Cokes to the beach, setting up on a large blanket.
The guys poured, and all of us imbibed. YEARS LATER they confessed they had made every one of MY drinks a double!!
Before long, they were tipsy, and then plain drunk - raised-to-be-a-lady-in-control, I was COLD SOBER!
Patrick spied a small bird caught in the gentle waves, and waded out to save it, spouting poetry all the while to me!! LOL
Finally, we decided to go, but they could barely stand up straight, and I almost insisted I drive - still absolutely sober..:))
No traffic at 3 in the morning, so Jerry drove.
Everyone in high school tried to stay up through the next day, so we went down the beach from Pat's house to rest until the sun came up and his mother went to work - then went to his house to be out of the sun until we left for supper out - to the drive-in movie that night - and finally I got to crash at Maxine's!
They never forgave me..:))
You should post a thread about your experiences, sweetheart. ((((((Exie)))))