We ate at Macaroni Grill on Saturday night — and clearly it was Prom season, as multiple tables were occupied by young ladies in beautiful, fashionable dresses, and young gentlemen looking uncomfortable in tuxes (both classic and I-guess-the-80s-are-back styles).
It was mildly nostalgic in that way that makes me glad I am not involved in high school romantic angst, but instead was having a yummy dinner with my lovely wife and most excellent daughter (the three of us drawing huge space war scenes on paper table cloth, complete with giant monsters, carnivorous plants, shield generators, and earth-boring drills).
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