Let Her Dance

I am all smiles. Not ten minutes ago, I was dropped off at my house after THE most fantastic maybe-a-date I have ever experienced in my little life. Was it a bajillion times better than Homecoming? (Which was awesome in its own right.) YOU BETCHA.

Oh, I'm so happy, I'm not even ashamed that I just used a Sarah Palin catchphrase. Or, not THAT ashamed.

Anywhoooo, H picked me up at 5, on the dot, and this time, there were no slightly awkward pauses in our ride there, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Blah-de-blah-blah, we arrived at BLAZER TAG ADVENTURE CENTER, and went in, and bought us some tickets for the game that was starting in a minute (with excellent coupons, too) and voila! We played a game with five other players, and more or less acted as partners, taking out the little punks, and landing 1st and 2nd place. (I was number 2.) Then I completely failed at one of those driving games, we hydrated ourselves, and then returned to the battlefield......where we were the only players.

It was all very silly, as part of the time we just walked around it together, trying to find the secret jewels, but we did have a fierce rivalry going by the end. And WHO came up on top? This awesome chick named Rosalind, that's who! It was most excellent, and after re-re-hydrating, we departed....for Guero's, my positively favorite Mexican food restaurant! (By his suggestion, too.)

There was a twenty minute wait where we sat outside, admired the motorcycle badasses, and compared notes about Skymall surveillance devices, and then our buzzer buzzed and we got ourselves a little two person table in the center of the restaurant. Though it foreeeeeeeeever for the food to arrive, we contented ourselves with copious amounts of chips and salsa (3 baskets, yo!) and talked about plays and colleges and the Olympics and D.C. At one point, we lapsed into silence because the yumminess of our respective tacos and enchiladas was overpowering, but we soon regained the powers of speech. At the end, H asked me if I wanted to go out to dessert with him, but I sadly had to ask for a Lenten raincheck. He ever too generously picked up the tab, and then we departed. He drove me home, telling about theatre silliness, and then walked me up to my door. It was all very charming, even though there was, regrettably, no making out, nor any real physical contact at all at our parting.

In short, I had an extravagantly lovely time, and though I have no idea what he thought tonight was, I think it is safe to say that he doesn't hate me, and the ball is fairly in his court. (If he doesn't follow up by Friday, I swear to God.... I'll take over responsibility at that point.)

I have laughed so heartily, and run so much, and digested such deliciousness tonight, and I really and truly like this guy.