- First, I woke up about eight o'clock and commenced final preparations - cleaned my room, did dishes and laundry, and got my hair cut.
- After that, I went to get Zara. I called her cell three times - before leaving, when I was half-way there, and when I arrived on campus. No answer. I had Janelle go through the UT directory to get her home phone number, which I then called and woke her up. She was down in about ten minutes.
- We drove back to San Marcos.
- Josh and Jarrod showed up, and we left.
- Everything went great until Ben White & 35, when we hit traffic. And by 'hit', I mean like a fly hits a semi going 72 mph. Except we didn't die.
- Half an hour later, we get past the Ben White/35 exit, and get to Blazer Tag three minutes after that.
- Christine and Devon aren't there, and won't be seen all day. Brian is, though, and we proceed to play a game of Tag - we lost our first game since we weren't there.
- That was way too fun. Jarrod (who grabbed the wrong pack, and ended up on my team) and I pulled some cool commando stuff and re-took the tower from like multiple green people. Zara used the handle "Zarmander", which is ineffibly cute. The red team won.
- We drove back to my house. Zara, Brian and I stopped at campus, and Zara called her play person, who told her she couldn't be any later than 7:30; Zara came for dinner (yay!!)
- We came home; Caleb was there as well; we began a game of nuclear Risk, and got through three (people's) turns before dinner started.
- Everyone loved dinner. It was awesome.
- I had to take Zara and Freddie home and to work, respectively.
- Zara and I talked the whole way back. It was really cool.
- I finally got home, and we had strawberry shortcake, then started playing 4-player Super Smash Bros.
- Eventually, we went back to Blazer Tag and played another game. We were all on one team, and held the tower.
- I discovered DDR.
That's about it. It was really, really fun.
Two things:
First: I need to back off in regards to Zara. Wait, that sounds wrong. What I mean is, I need to quit minutely analyzing every single moment. It's frustrating to realize this, because I've gotten so good at this sort of thing. Backing out of arguments when I realize they're degenerating into little fits and aren't going anywhere; backing away when I realize I want to be someone's friend way more than they want to be mine. I guess that'll make this that much easier. I'm still "going for it", if that makes any sense.
Second: DDR rules. I don't think I should be any good at it, as I'm a big, uncoordinated white guy. But I was thinking about it, and I actually have a couple of advantages that help. I was in band, and darn good at it too, so I can follow beats and rythyms pretty well. I just never knew what to do (like when dancing, for example.) They give you the arrows, which takes care of that. Second, I'm ambidextrous, so I can use both feet really well. Next time the Knighthood goes to Einstein's, I might just play with them (except I get hella-sweaty.)
It was cool, too, because everyone agreed me with that Zara's really pretty. Apparently, they had this weird impression she was tall and not-pretty.