Makin' [Blueberry] Pancakes
Right now, it's just so comfortable. I don't feel like the fact that we go to the same school or are in the same team a hindrance to our relationship because right now, I feel as if I'm right where I need to be.
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Usually, I'm the first one at the mobile bar, taking shots and cheering people on, during open parties or birthdays. But two nights ago, I enjoyed being on the dance floor and going crazy with my teammates the most fun I've had in awhile. I found excitement in stuffing my boyfriend's shirt pockets with heaps of chocolate balls, having competitions on who could peel the chocolate wrapping the fastest, and toasting each other with them.
This afternoon, we sat by the harbor and stuffed our faces silly. He had his meal, I had mine. After we had finished, we sat and thought. We realized we both still wanted something salty to eat, so he ordered mashed potatoes with gravy, and I got the Best Taco in Town. After devouring those, we asked for blueberry pancakes. We sat there and had "drawing competitions" with the syrup and butter. Neither of us could eat the pancake unless we could guess what we had drawn. It was a little bit like Guess the Sketch, on food. I got a major sugar rush afterwards, wherein I was rolling on the floor from laughter. I don't think my stomach has hurt that much, in awhile.
The best part about these experiences is sharing them with someone else.
You always make me feel like I'm a little kid again--
starry-eyed, sugar-high, and giddy.