November 30, 1999.

I almost got back on a schedule & now look what's happened. Couldn't be helped, though - late in the day I was cordially invited to dance like crazy, thanks to my pathetic pleas in the notify list...so I had to rush out, of course. Retro waits for no man. I had a pretty awesome time. Stacy seemed especially sinuous on the floor & was a pleasure to watch - and I had to watch something; my body felt all out of joint & awkward & I needed distraction from my lameness. Highly frustrating, but the tunes & the company made up for it.

I was in a pretty fair mood the whole day...school went rather well, in direct contrast from last week's frustration-fest (on Friday, I almost said, "shut up before I get a bat & shove your teeth down your fucking throat." But that patience thing I've been working on came into play & I didn't). Today they held a little science fair, showing off their home-made inventions to other classes. I ended up in an extended conversation with a boy who usually gives me the gears pretty bad...I can't even remember what it was we talked about, only that I had a good time. They're so weird, kids. One minute they hate you bitterly; the next they forget all that & somehow share how much fun it is to be a pre-teen. I just dunno what makes them tick.

After coming home from the Dance Cave, the Boy declared that he needed cereal, so we made a trip to the all-night Rabba down the block at 1 a.m. Curiously enough, there were a lot of other people our age shopping for staples. On our way out, he pulled me across the street to the park bench.

Something was up.

"I don't really understand love," he said. "But I think I want to stay with you for a long time & find out." He was kneeling at this point. There was a ring floating in between us, something little that sparkled.

So he asked, and I said "yeah." And then we kissed & went home.

And we're getting married in August. Just like that.

talk amongst yourselves & I'll be back soon.