Holy crap.... I think yesterday was one of the best days ever.

Governor's School Reunion = Bittersweet.  It was wonderful to see everyone again and talk to people I almost never freakin' see (despite the fact that three of us live in the same town).  But at the same time, we knew that a few hours later we were going to be ripped apart, like cloth sewn back together for a few hours only.  Corey brought his water pistol.  That resulted in several fights and the infamous quote of, "What'd you give me if I shot that kid?"  "....How 'bout a hug?"  *Begins firing*  (Unfortunately, the toddler was out of range.)  We almost got Cameron to try on a wedding dress, but to no avail.

-- "This water gun was full when I got here.  That means the rest is.... In my pocket."
-- "They can't kick us out!  We own them!!"
-- "They're starting to clean up.  I think that's a sign to leave."  "It's kind of like the fortune cookie at Chinese restaurants."  "Or serving coffee after a dinner party."
-- "Photo-op for the radiance that is us."

Ahh, but then it was time to wend my way from Bellevue to Brentwood!  Exciting.  Unfortunately, the directions failed to note just how far one would have to drive after turning left onto Franklin Road.  Convinced I had missed it and unwilling to venture where there are no streetlights (everyone knows civilisation ends where the streetlights do), I turn around and start driving, looking for box #409.  If it exists, it's somewhere much farther past the red-light district of Nashville, which is where I wound up.  I kid you not, syringes littered the sidewalk as a bag lady strolled past a packed adult bookstore.  "Eighth Avenue South?!  What?!!!"  Ahem.  Turn around slowly, so as not to attract attention, and decide to keep driving in the opposite direction until I fall off the edge of the map or my gasoline runs out (and hoping that I found the edge first).  Call Mom in panic.  "I can't find it!  Gahhh!"  *Looks at next sign*  "Um.... Nevermind...."

The dancing part was, in a word, phenomenal.  Only capitalised, and in italics.  And fuschia.  Yes, fuschia.  I met a "physician's assistant" (read: nurse) who hadn't been dancing for even a year, but I had difficulty keeping up with him!  It was splendid.  And we waltzed.  Oh yes, we waltzed.  And spun.  And waltzed some more.  The waltzing made my night.  *Happy glow*  "Do you know how to flip?"  "Yes --"  *He executes tricky maneuvers*  *I panic*  "NOT THAT FLIP!!!!"
It was all so wonderful, though.  Despite having to run my feet under ice water upon returning home.  I totally learned little teensy moves to teach Swing Club this Tuesday.  Yay!!  Definitely coming back to the next one.  :-)

And then there was the Vice Child.  Bear in mind, this event was held at a church.  I will render the highlights of our conversation here:
*Polite small talk for three minutes at most*
Vice Child: "I bet it (mumble) sucks."
Me: (Nods vaguely)
Vice Child: You have?!!
Me: (No longer vague)  What??
Vice Child: I asked if you'd ever had sex!
Me: (Regrets vague nod) Um.... No.... Am I missing out, or something??
Vice Child: (Nods vigorously)
Me: .......

(Scant seconds later)
Vice Child: How old do I look?
Me: ....Uhhhh.... Sixteen-seventeen, I'd say you're pretty on-target.  (Note: Clearly not the answer Vice Child was looking for.)

(And then Vice Child earns her nickname.)
Vice Child: So have you ever done drugs?
Me: Caffeine.
Vice Child: I mean like real drugs.
Me: Well, no.
Vice Child: Do you smoke?
Me: (Emphatic) No.
Vice Child: Do you drink?
Me: Yes, a little.
Vice Child: (Interested) Really????  Have you ever been drunk??????
Me: Noooo.  The most it's ever been was two glasses of champagne at my grandmother's birthday!

(Still fewer seconds later)
Vice Child: You know I weighed myself the other day and I weighed 115.  I was like 'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmigawd.'
Me: (No longer humouring) Um, okay.

All this, while she pulled her shirt still farther down every time something male walked by.  Unfortunately, I had not yet begun the habit of dragging random guys standing alone out onto the dance floor, and was unable to save myself.  Yeah, quickly got over it after being rescued.

But it all makes for an experience, right??