I'm Only Me When I'm With You

OH MY GOD.

Shut the front door!

Yesterday was the most unbelievably best day EVER. EVAR. You don't have any comprehension of how great it was.

Allow me to put it in some perspective. (P.S. For context, understand that H and I have done pretty much no talking since laser tag.)

Well, last last night, I had a mini sleepover which Lauren, which involved watching "The Usual Suspects", which is one of the most badass movies around, and oogling Robin of Hotsley (otherwise known as Robin Hood) on the same named new BBC series. Anyway, we woke up, and went and volunteered for EcoTexas for two hours (NHS hours, hella yeah!), and then, as we were leaving, found an estate sale, where I got myself an absolutely gorgeous cobalt blue eighties suit jacket. Why, yes, you're saying. This sounds like a pretty good day.

YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT.

Went home, chowed down, and then Lauren calls about going to see "Percy Jackson". I clean up and get dressed so quickly it would have made your head spin. (Seriously, you guys. About 20 minutes to finish eating, shower, and get dressed.) Lauren picks me up like a boss in her car and we zip over to the movies. Suffice it to say that the movie was pretty freaking awesome. Doesn't hurt that Percy Jackson is that cute guy that was in the British film version of "Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging".

Anyway.

We chillax at Border's for a while, then I go home and watch the Office baby special, and try to decide how to spend a giftcard for books.

Blah, blah, blah, you say. This still seems nice, but pretty normal. Well, we haven't even gotten the positively stellar part.

Now all this time, I know that I'm going to this surprise 18th birthday for H that night, but I don't know whether or not to get him a present. Earlier I called a couple of people, but it sounded like no one else was getting him something, so I hadn't. Closer and closer to the party, I began to repent, so 15 minutes before I'm supposed to go, I go to Congress and end up getting a fairly awesome present: hazelnut wafer-cookie-things and a Cold War unicorn dueling set. I runnnnn home, and I go to the house.

Well, there's a wicked sweet party set-up at his house, with a bouncy castle and karaoke inside, and a ridiculous amount of food and pretty much everyone who's ever set their foot inside the theatre. Everyone hangs and waits for H, which ends up taking FOREVER to show up, but it's all good. He seems pretty damned surprised when we all pop out and yell, "CONUNDRUM!" at him.

Party, party, party. I'm mostly hanging with girlfriends. Then I catch Bonnie up about my business with H, and she is definitely of the mind that he's being stupid and should totally ask me out. I agree emphatically, and she promises to ask S.D. about it. Party, party, party, and she pulls me aside again, and says that she has talked to S.D. and he says H really likes me, considered it a date, and only hasn't asked me out again because he wants to come up with a really awesome second date.

I am appropriately flabbergasted and happy. Bonnie promises she and S.D. will get on H's case about asking me out.

Party, party, party. The girls are singing karaoke, and that's kind of a downward spiral into Backstreet Boys songs. The boys are playing Magic (!!!), and I finally slum it and go to watch them and maybe convince them to go be humans or something. After a while, they do, in fact, stop and me and the boys go out to the bouncy castle, where they do a beautiful rendition of the pirate version of "I'm On A Boat". When that's over, we trickle/run inside to hear another song beautifully rendered: S.D. and H doing "Elephant Medley". That goes predictably horribly (otherwise known as great) and then as the Moulin Rouge karaoke CD keeps playing, Hutch and I end up singing "One Day I'll Fly Away". People drift off, and eventually it's virtually just him and me and we sing "Come What May" together.

Here I am thinking, "OH MY GOD."

But wait! There's more!

We join everyone else upstairs to play Beatles Rock Band, which is the BEST GAME KNOWN TO MAN. I sing a whole bunch, gradually getting worse, but have a blast. A bunch of the guys are sleeping over, and I end up being the last girl there, but everyone seems cool with that. At around midnight fifteen, my parents show and I hug H goodbye. Then our parents are talking, and we're in another room, and H asks me out on another date. Well, actually, it's more like he asks to ask me out (he's gonna email me), but whatever. I beam, and there's a moment where we maybe almost could have kissed, but we don't and maybe that's just as well, since we're not entirely good at this liking each other business.

And thus ends a day that could only be called legen-

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

And I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the next part of this word is-

Dairy.

LEGENDARY.