Saturday night I went out to RCC by myself. It wasn’t as much fun as I had hoped, but I still had a good time. I danced a lot and my feet are still sore. I think they would have been more sore had I not been bright enough to put some cushy insoles in my boots. I’m so glad I thought about that.
I danced once with Kirby and it was amazing. I thought I danced fast, but he dances amazingly fast. He was picking me up and flinging me around during the spins. I had so much fun, it was awesome.
Fernando showed about an hour after me and we spent the night hanging out and people watching. We also danced a lot. I had talked to him earlier and he said he would go out if I promised to danced with him 75% of the time. I had agreed, but figured it would never happen. I figured he would spend the night working the crowd, but he didn’t.
I really only danced with him and Juan. Oh, some random boy asked me to dance, it was weird… but not horrible.
Today I got up late, I overslept, and went to my parent’s house. We made enchiladas, tacos, rice, beans, salsa, and queso. Mom forgot to buy a can of whole peeled tomatoes, so I had to use some fresh tomatoes and peel them. I hadn’t done that in a while, so I have to admit I was impressed that I got it right.
My brother and his friend Cathy showed up all late. They were supposed to be there at 2, and showed up at 4. My stomach was not pleased with them, AT ALL. Oh, and I accidentally (of course by accident) slammed the screen door on my ankle and blood was streaming down all over my flip-flops. Gross. My poor feet/ankles are always getting abused.
I hung out down there for most of the day and now I’m home watching some television. Yipee skippee.
