Best Night!

Some Things Just Put A Smile On Your Face

In my opinion, last night was one of them.

Ok, so it didn't start out too well. Both Dr.B and i got the times for youth group last night confused and showed up half an hour late, after a few panicked phone calls and LittleM sprinting round to my place to get my key, so that he could let everyone in, while i got dressed! Eventually, we made it there.

And yes, the stress that followed when Dr.B and the boys dissed me and mocked me publically, nearly driving me to tears and definately driving me insane. But hey, a few soggy chips, a few childrens fist fights and a few laughs later, i was significantly calmer, back to my smiling self and enjoying the company of English (who's back from England!), ShirtlessBuddy, Loz and English's Brother (henceforth to be known as PirateBoy, because he apparently looks like the pirate in Dodgeball). When LittleM disapeared, he nearly gave me a heart attack, because he'd wandered off and i though he'd died - yes, i'm always dramatic. But we found him eventually. Thank god.

After all the kids had left, we determined that the best chips in adelaide come from Savvas Yiros and Unley BBQ Chicken, though the IGA is better for value and has less fat. Then it was time to take PirateBoy out on the town and convince him to stay in adelaide! It was hilarious. We hit the Archer in North Adelaide. It was a random group; a bunch of the girls for Roz's 19th birthday, LozK's b-ball friend, Dr.B, PirateBoy and a few other girls from church. Very random. We had a great time - drinking, dancing, chit-chatting away. Again, i managed to get out of buying a single drink, thanks mainly to PirateBoy's chivalrous nature. And, i must admit that i'm suffering from a little guilt, as i abandoned the girls to talk to PirateBoy for most of the night... oops. We just had too much conversation!

Eventually, most of the girls left and Dr.B dragged - and i'm talking physically dragged - PirateBoy and i onto the dancefloor. Yes, i know that i'm phobic about dancing, but i was forced to make an exception. It was pretty hilarious to be out dancing with Dr.B, seeing as it was both my boss and my youth pastor who was groooooving with us on the dancefloor, buying me a drink to make up for being an evil male earlier. Surprisingly, PirateBoy danced even less than i did, so i took it upon myself to teach him how dancing works in SA. Apparently i didn't embarass myself. I think my phobia is lessening. Yay! I had a great time dancing with PB, Roz, LozK, her friend and Dr.B - we were all in hysterics at the general randomness. Dr.B taught me the Mambo! Very cool.

Eventually, PirateBoy and Dr.B left, just as LewBear, Marms, K-Dog and co rocked up. They stayed their typical 20 minutes, then left us with Marms. After a little more dancing, we bailed, catching taxi's our separate ways. Roz and i walked from the church to home, then fell into bed, exhausted. It was a great night, we all had so much fun! And the Archer was good - we weren't really expecting that! Yay! So i'm still smiley from our good night out. Sucks to you if you missed it!

Annie

Ok. I can't not tell you what's really making me so smiley. Last night, there was a new guy hanging round. I'd barely spoken to him before. Usually, new people scare me rather intensely. This guy didn't seem to terrify me. In fact, we spent a lot of the night talking. Whenever we went to the bathroom, he waited ourside for me. He refused to let me buy my own drinks, or buy him any. We talked for hours, about everything and nothing. I taught him the names of all my friends, which he learnt very quickly. When i tested him later, and got to myself, he didn't say my name right away and i was worried that i'd spent the night talking to someone who didn't know who i was. But then, just as my smile started to falter, he said 'beautiful'. As in 'you are'. Wow. I was talking about the other people at church. He asked for descriptions and the girls got lots of adjectives like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' and 'vivacious' - and he replied that it didn't matter, because he'd already met the most gorgeous one. When we were dancing, he allayed my fears about being a bad dancer, telling me that i was doing a great job. Which meant that i got to help him - apparently by holding his hands, his confidence went up. Apparently my 'cute smile' made the task easier. He didn't want to leave, but he had to get up super early, and was still jet lagged - but he promised that he'd see me the next day, that we'd go out again next week, that he didn't want to leave but had to... I got lots of 'looks', which may sound like nothing, but their unwavering intensity meant that i had to look away and regain the usage of my knees. We laughed, mucked around and talked all night. I don't think i stopped smiling for more than a minute. And i think i'm slightly smitten. And i think that could be a slight problem. Because i think he might have a semi-girlfriend... But i'll deal with that if i have to. For now, i'll just settle for smiling rather a lot. *Sigh*