He is home. He survived. He felt way out of his comfort zone (and said as much) but he's proud of himself for going even when his best friend bailed and I told him that I was proud of him for that too. He found a group of his other friends and had fun with them, steering clear of the girls all night but that's ok. No surprise there. He saw a lot of drama and gave it a wide berth.
When he started talking about what he'd wear to the next dance (a collared shirt! ye gods!), I knew he'd turned the corner. Hopefully he can talk his friend into coming then as well. And my little boy gets just a bit bigger before my eyes.