I suppose, I should give the Internet a play-by-play of the weekend. For those of you in the Atlanta area, if you missed the 11 o’clock news on 11 Alive last night, I’m sure they’ll post the stream on their website of me and my dance company in action at Congressman John Lewis’ Annual Multicultural Festival. That to some is probably big news, but to me, I had far more important things going on.
Todd and I grew even closer this weekend. For some reason, he gives me a feeling that no other guy has ever given me. Even Jamal, whom I admit I was in love with (despite how nasty things got in the end), didn’t give me that feeling. He and I had never connected on a level that Todd and I have. Considering Todd knows me best from our fleeting romance in high school, and pays more attention to my idiosyncrasies more than any of my friends do, I have a feeling this one will be the one that lasts the longest.
I actually like the pace we’re going. It’s easy, we see each other enough not to feel the sting of distance. So he spent the weekend with me and my family, helping out with our booth at the festival, filming me dancing (thank goodness he didn’t film me getting stung by the wasp–it turned out to be a wasp since there was no stinger in my back), and avoiding all of the stalker girls that seemed to eat themselves alive with envy when they found out his girlfriend was on stage.
I’m not one for jealousy, as I thought it was cute they were interested (and flattered that I wasn’t the only woman who found him to be unimaginably attractive). I actually made friends with one of the girls, who seemed to be the only one who accepted “defeat” and conceded that I was a good girlfriend. I silently conceded that she was a good sport, although her jealous cousin did splash us with water because Todd turned down her blatant attempts to latch onto him.
After my performance, and my subsequent attempt to dry the sweat off by standing in front of a fan, Todd and I went to the swings to relax on our own. My brother followed, and I love him for that, because while he made it clear he was keeping an eye on us, he at least thinks of Todd as a friend and agrees that we should be together. So, while a few Tibetan monks from the festival watched us, Todd and I forgot our ages. He even made it known that he wanted to learn to drum.
Todd came back to my house, and we relaxed for a bit after showering (we both hate being sweaty and nasty for reasons other than the obvious). Then, we went and saw Up, which we both thought was hilarious (and I cried in the beginning–shut up). I decided instead of driving him to a train station, especially since it had started to rain, I drove him all the way to his father’s house on the other side of the world, on top of a mountain, in the middle of a thunderstorm. He felt guilty because he knows I’m terrified of driving home alone in a storm, especially when I’m not sure where I’m going. His father agreed to let me stay until the storm cleared up. I called my mother and let her know I’d be home late. So, he loaned me his GPS Navigator until he gets his car fixed. I called him when I got home, because he was worried sick. But we’re both in one piece, and all is right in the world.
It was a good day, and a good night.
