Re-counting of Homecoming

Homecoming!! Wow! It was definitely the best dance (out of my rather few three) that I've experienced.

Ok, well, it basically started when I went to get my hair done at like 1:30 in the afternoon........it looked so pretty! Then of course I went to get Andy's flower and such. I got home, then, and immediately sat down to start on my makeup (I was rather anxious about the dance...I couldn't wait......don't make fun of me..) Once I was all beautified and make-uped, I had my mom make me toast with butter and brown sugar, then hot chocolate.

**Obviously it was THE DAY to be Sarah....pampered out the wazoo!!**

Then my mommy dearest did my nails....and after that I kinda sat around for a couple hours. I started watching the movie My Best Friend's Wedding (Which by the way, makes me laugh EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT...I highly reccommend it) at about 5:00 I got dressed and made my final touches on my face before leaving to go to Andy's house for dinner.

The trip over to his house was amusing in itself: I had never been to his house...like, my mom and I had dropped him off once, but it had been dark then, so here we are, driving by in broad daylight, and we kinda had to guess which house was his...well, out first choice was correct, although believe me, I had completely expected us to be wrong. So we went up and he came--in all of his glory, looking so perfect in his shirt and tie I picked out--and opened the door for us. Then came the first round of pictures. (oh yes...FIRST round...there were several as you will soon see)

Let me say now-even though we didn't actually match up my dress to any shirt, we did pretty good!! It totally looked like we had specially picked out his shirt, because it blended so well!! Ok, so my mom and his took all these pictures of me and Andy...first me pretending to put his flower on him (yeah, someone else had to, I was terrified I was going to stab him, the picture has my hand in there, but it definitely wasn't me)...then after fawning and giggling my mom decided to leave.

We then proceeded to wait for an hour til everyone got there. (Andy had invited like 10 other people besides me there, and we had 2 different photo sessions BEFORE the entire party was there.....once they all arrived, we took pictures in like 3 different poses inside, then some insane person suggested going outside in the friggin cold weather...and we were dumb enough to agree....funny enough this isn't the end of pictures for the evening.) After the photo fiasco, we somehow herded the "crowd" into the dining area and ***finally*** sat down to eat.

IT WAS GOOD....OMG....REALLY REALLY GOOD FOOD, AND AFTER WAITING FOR A BLOODY HOUR, I PRETTY MUCH THOUGHT ABOUT EATING THE PLATE ITSELF....

Ok...enough of the food.............at about 8:15 we started to leave. At about 8:30 we actually left. (Go ahead roll your eyes....we just can't make up our minds I guess)

After 3 failed attempts at parallel parking, the student driver of my vehicle gave up, and we made it into the dance in one piece.

So we went in....and it was completely crowded already. Right away there were bright flashes of cameras as people wanted me in them.....I don't think I actually saw things properly the whole night due to those blinding lights....

Anyways, after the first few awkward songs, I got the nerve to really start dancing with Andy.

Now, this was--I knew-- going to be different, because Andy had never gone to a dance with a girlfriend type, and I wasn't sure if he had really truly slow-danced with someone, let alone grinded......but he totally opened up and surprised me. He actually came to me first, taking my hand and dancing with me like it was the most normal, natural and easy thing to do. All I can say is, with each dance the more I could feel myself being drawn to him. We were so close, and during one of the slower songs he started singing to me.

(That last statement may not have had the same impact on you as it really honestly did for me. See, Andy wouldn't sing for me. He had claimed before that he had "a bad singing voice" and he just "didn't want to embarrass himself". I had been trying to get him to sing for me, and the closest I got was for him to hum the Oscar Meyer theme song.....so when he started singing into my ear right then I almost could've cried because it meant so much and it was so sweet. It was just........perfect.)

He even kissed me a couple times during the dance, which could only make me feel better about the entire night.

After all the glitz and glammor of the dance itself, our "crew" retired to Abby's house, where we pretty much sat around, watching television, and getting all hyped up on caffeine. Good times....

Following all that, at around 1:00, Andy took me home, where I stayed up for another hour before finally going to bed.



Well, that's about it. I hope you all enjoyed my detailed analysis of that fine evening!!

(hand cramp, hand cramp....)