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Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear meeeeee--happy birthday to me!
There. Now that that egotistical tribute is over with...:)
D. and I went to the Melting Pot for dinner, had cheese and salads and dessert. Such good food there! And then we stood around on Queen Anne waiting for the bus, and a posse (well, three) guys were being terribly obnoxious. They might have been attractive except that they were really very drunk and very high. And obnoxious. It was funny and annoying at the same time--lordy, they were so far gone...
"Can I see your shooooes?" says the one who's hitting on D. the most (we're carrying our salsa shoes and wearing flipflops, and gawd was it cold that way). "You have beautiful fingernails," he says. "And beautiful earlobes."
"And beautiful holes in her ears," says drunk-and-high-guy number two. (D-and-h-g number three, I think, was too far gone for conversation.)
We made it to the salsa club unscathed however, and it was fabulous...not a lot of people there, but enough; I remembered how to move to the music (which I never really forget anyhow) which is the important part.
Also, *squee* for getting asked to dance first thing off, which is a very happy feeling and I don't care how silly I sound, hah. Other dance partners not so good--guys, take note: don't manhandle your girls on the turns, and don't make the turns every other move of the dance, and don't turn them six times every time, mmmkay? I was very, very dizzy.
But John taught me how to cha-cha, so now I know (well, mostly; I know if I'm being led), and we salsa'ed (that is really not correct grammar, and hurrah again for dancing with guys who know what they're doing (and aren't creepy, haha. Are actually rather cute. Hee).
And now I am so terribly tired and probably still dizzy or something, so I am going to sleeeeeeeeep, because tomorrow morning I is cleaning the room and we is packing our thingses and we is going away for spring break, haha!
So, ya know, call me at home if you want to do something. Or email me. Or comment here. You know the drill. Love you all lots my dears [here is where, if I weren't so tired, I would say something cheesy about my eighteenth year being the better for knowing you all, etc. etc., but it's probably a good thing for your aesthetic sensibilities that I don't,'cause my prose is really not up to snuff, so there].
(I don't even want to look over the grammar of that post. I'm sure it's whacked. Wheeeee!)
There. Now that that egotistical tribute is over with...:)
D. and I went to the Melting Pot for dinner, had cheese and salads and dessert. Such good food there! And then we stood around on Queen Anne waiting for the bus, and a posse (well, three) guys were being terribly obnoxious. They might have been attractive except that they were really very drunk and very high. And obnoxious. It was funny and annoying at the same time--lordy, they were so far gone...
"Can I see your shooooes?" says the one who's hitting on D. the most (we're carrying our salsa shoes and wearing flipflops, and gawd was it cold that way). "You have beautiful fingernails," he says. "And beautiful earlobes."
"And beautiful holes in her ears," says drunk-and-high-guy number two. (D-and-h-g number three, I think, was too far gone for conversation.)
We made it to the salsa club unscathed however, and it was fabulous...not a lot of people there, but enough; I remembered how to move to the music (which I never really forget anyhow) which is the important part.
Also, *squee* for getting asked to dance first thing off, which is a very happy feeling and I don't care how silly I sound, hah. Other dance partners not so good--guys, take note: don't manhandle your girls on the turns, and don't make the turns every other move of the dance, and don't turn them six times every time, mmmkay? I was very, very dizzy.
But John taught me how to cha-cha, so now I know (well, mostly; I know if I'm being led), and we salsa'ed (that is really not correct grammar, and hurrah again for dancing with guys who know what they're doing (and aren't creepy, haha. Are actually rather cute. Hee).
And now I am so terribly tired and probably still dizzy or something, so I am going to sleeeeeeeeep, because tomorrow morning I is cleaning the room and we is packing our thingses and we is going away for spring break, haha!
So, ya know, call me at home if you want to do something. Or email me. Or comment here. You know the drill. Love you all lots my dears [here is where, if I weren't so tired, I would say something cheesy about my eighteenth year being the better for knowing you all, etc. etc., but it's probably a good thing for your aesthetic sensibilities that I don't,'cause my prose is really not up to snuff, so there].
(I don't even want to look over the grammar of that post. I'm sure it's whacked. Wheeeee!)
