Last Minute

The babysitting people managed to find some 13 year old to help them out at the last minute, so I was off the hook, and Lynn and I decided to drive down to San Diego for a party. I have a bit of the travel bug right now, but I'm trying to keep it in check, so SD has been good. I like it down there and it gets me out of HB, even if it is just for an evening. Too much time in one place and I start to feel stifled.

The highlight of the evening was perhaps the point when I walked in, sat on the couch in a dark empty living room with the dj blaring some weird music. Lynn came walking in right about the same time as this guy who was dancing in what can only be described as a relatively aggressive, and somewhat suggestive fashion. He rushed right over to Lynn and asked her to come dance with him. It was hilarious. I don't know if Lynn thinks it was as funny as I do... The best part of their little dance was when some girl came gyrating into the room and tried to steal his attention. Lynn's dancer was having none of that.

We only stayed for a little while. Long enough for me to be invited to go swimming with a group of men in my underwear, and long enough for me to stand by the fire until I smelled like the fire. On our way out the door we were back in the dark living room, full of people I don't know, or barely know, when I felt someone slide their arm around my waist and start to pull me in. I looked up and there was Ricky. He says he knew some of the San Diego girls and they invited him down for the party. Of course he does...