Jun 15, 2008 15:19
....so the dance was last night, it was pretty bizarre, even weirder than I expected, in the arena, just loads of people, everyone I know basically standing around, some dancing some sitting, all drinking beer, leering at young girls and trying to start fights with each other. There were cowboy hats and cowboy boots, cowboy music, coffee shop regulars and my parent's friends. I danced a little, shmoozed, and drank only for free, which was extremely easy. Before going back to the camp again, I walked in the rain on a sidetrack trip to get some booze, but just ended up getting wet, meeting a lovely mother, and acquiring a sweet pair of cereal box shades which I subsequently lost.
Ran through the rain to the camp, and strugged through the bit of bush to get out there, tripping and falling in the mud and losing my shoe for a couple of scary minutes. On arrival, I talked to some homies like the previous night, chatted about Italy and how HOT I apparently am. Also proposed. Walked half way home with a pretty lady, and the rest alone through the utter darkness of my familiar road. I was wet, bug-bitten, cold and tired... couldn't stop thinking in the most tender-hearted way. After creeping not-so-stealthily into my house, I peeled off my ruined ballet flats and dove into bed, at about 4am.
Woke up this morning and didn't do a lot, managed to have a half-hearted nap later on. My heart really aches today. What a lovely fool I am.