14 October 2006

My king and queen ended up getting married

Last weekend we went to Mr. FL's homecoming football game. At halftime they trotted out five or six couples for the homecoming coronation. I thought to myself, "Boy homecoming sure has been scaled back these days."

No. Not really. After an informal poll of several people who graduated from Twin Cities area high schools in the 1980's I discovered this is not necessarily the case.

Apparently my high school was located in bizarro world where homecoming coronation was an elaborate event held during the middle of homecoming week. The homecoming court consisted of a host and hostess, 4 ushers and usherettes, 34 lords and ladies, 22 king and queen candidates, and a few children who were crown and scepter bearers. Sixty-two, that's about a fifth of my class. At the coronation the host and hostess would announce all the lords, ladies, and king and queen candidates as such: "From the house of Anderson, Kimberly Michelle and her escort, Bradley Goldman." I kid you not. The king and queen were elected separately, not as a couple and were crowned by the previous year's king and queen. After the event, the court would all go out to dinner at a "fancy" restaurant. (The definition of "fancy restaurant" in the 1980's Twin Cities is a bit different than it is today.) The day after coronation, the royalty would get a half day off from school because they had been up so late.

I wonder if their homecoming is still like that. We also used to have a co-ed homecoming campout. I bet they don’t do that anymore.

Comments:
Yeah, that is quite the elaborate homecoming coronation. My homecoming memories all center around the parade and float-buiding. One year our class built a tissue-paper nuclear reactor and had a stuffed football player from the opposing team falling into it. The parade was a big deal in my town and the highly sought-after homecoming job involved driving golf carts up and down the parade route making sure all parade participants were in line and ready to go. My best friend and I considered ourselves queens of the golf carts (so to speak) two years in a row. We felt like cops. It was awesome.
 
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