It’s so much easier having a son go to prom than a daughter. The daughters spend weeks and weeks planning, plotting, shopping, combing through magazines for hairstyles, making pedicure and manicure appointments. Trying out new make-up. Organizing pictures. Organizing limos. Returning dress #1 because dress #2 is so much better.
No…check that…dress #3 is really the one.
My sons got their tuxes ordered, about two weeks prior, under the panic of a deadline by their mother. Then, on the Saturday of the prom, they remember that they needed to order a corsage. Then, they have this tradition where they get a dozen roses (read: Mom and Dad pay…but still, a nice touch) for their date’s mother.
Other than that, the grooming preparation on Saturday for my son consisted of: bursting in the door at 4pm, hopping in the shower, throwing on the tux, and heading out the door by 4:30pm.