Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Christmas and New Years

Wow, did the holidays fly on by. It's kinda insane, you know? I mean, its just crazy.

Christmas was small, just the immediate family. Unusually, my family got me a Nintendo DS for Christmas and my best friend, Nakia got me some games to go along with it. I also got a gold angel necklace with the Angel Prayer on the back of it. I haven't taken the necklace off since I got it and I'm nearly addicted to Nintendogs and I've gotten halfway through Kingdom Hearts. Can't wait to finish it.
The next Sunday, I got to talking to this guy, Sammy D, during the Munch and Mingle after church. He asked me if I was going Swing Dancing. I had to stop and think. This guy has sat next to me during the last two Sundays during Gospel Principles class and now he was talking to me about a dance on Friday. I looked up at him and thought, "Dude, you're flirting with me, aren't you?" It had been a while, but I still know how to flirt. Stupid giggling. A lot of "Oh, really?"s. And a bit of that thing where you pay attention to someone else while they're talking. I still have no idea why this works and most of the time I'm doing it by accident. Boys are weird.
So he was to pick me up at 7:30 and we'd go dancing. But until then, I was left questioning, was this a date or just a Mormon boy being nice and going out to hang out?
New Years Eve came and Nakia and I took a lil trip out to Old Sacramento to participate in the festivities. While there, we got a couple of quotes from tattoo artists and I've finally picked mine. We're hoping to get an appointment for Jan 15. Can't wait.
While in Old Sac, Sammy called. Now we were going to dinner. Date, no doubt now. lol.
So Nakia and I explored our favorite place and you'd be amazed how packed this place is on New Years Eve. Especially "Candy Heaven." It was difficult to move around while sampling my favorite caramels.
Sammy picked me up at 6 and we went to dinner, talking more than eating, and then it was off to this old Dance Studio in Downtown Sac on K Street, not far from Old Sac. The first hour consisted of a lesson where they taught us the dance. It was an old school dance, the kind you see on TV during old 50s movies. Some people were even doing the Charleston. It was insane and I was sooooo bad at it! And him! He could have told me before I began to embarrass myself that he's been doing this since he was 14! 8 years of dance?!
I finally started to the hang of it and on the dance floor upstairs, he showed me some more moves, complicating this already complicated dance even further. It was way too much fun! I loved it, even when I was messing up. At the end of each song, he'd spin me in so that his arm was around me and my back was to him and we'd stay like that until we caught our breaths. When my feet began to hurt or when his ankle began to give trouble, we'd find a seat and talk. He told me how his parents met and how he was born in France, the youngest of six.
Five minutes until the ball dropped, we were all given a glass of sparkling cider and outside the window, the fireworks over Old Sac started. I've stayed up for a lot of New Years but I've never really enjoyed it like this. It was just: "It's dropping.... it's done? Okay, going to bed."
We kept dancing until 12:30 before deciding to go home. We sat in the car in front of my house for I don't know how long, listening to music and talking. When on my front porch step, I took the move.... and missed. I hugged him and reached up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. It was dark and that hid the embarrassment. It was 2 in the morning when I walked in.
The whole ten months I was with Umiker, I never had a date that was so much fun. I mean, we never even went to prom or out to eat. It was always just hanging at his house, in his room, watching TV or being made fun of.
I'm going hiking with Sammy tomorrow. I can't wait.
Oh! And I've picked the date for my baptism! So I hope to see you all at the Weismann building on Jan 22, 11am!
Well, now I have to start my new commission piece. $110.00, sweet huh?

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