Current mood:	excited
Current music:	My mother's Placido Domingo Sings Tangos CD

I Want to Learn to Ballroom Dance
One more day until Stace leaves. I was so bummed, but this afternoon we went to the early matinee and saw Mad Hot Ballroom. It was soooo cool. It's about these inner city kids who are in this program to learn ballroom dancing. Sounds whacky, but it was great. Those kids were all attitude and energy (hey, I sound like a movie reviewer) but that dancing is really hard physically, so there went that dancing is gay, thing. And you really have to concentrate and focus on your partner so you work as a team, so they had to go outside themselves to do it.

They learned so much and tried so hard, that you just wanted to yell for them. Man, my feet were dancing. I told Stace we were going to take lessons when he got back. Heh. You should have seen the look on his face. But if I tell his mom about it and get the 'rents to see the flick, it'll be a cinch.

Oh, oh, oh! And that goth girl, Kaitlin, that we met at that club a while ago, she was there with some jock who was being really obnoxious. When she saw us, she practically ran to sit next to us. He looked at us like we had leprosy or something, sneering and trying to pretend he didn't know us (which he didn't, actually). After the movie, Stace and I were going to the coffee shop over on Water Street, so we asked Kaitlin if they wanted to come along.

The guy, his name was Bruce (why are Bruces always such jerks?) acted all weirded out about it. Finally, he says, "Why don't you get a ride home with them, and I'll catch you later." What a creep! Kaitlin looked really hurt. I mean, I think it was a date, so that was soooo rude. But as soon as he was gone, we started talking about the movie and drinking chai lattes (decaf for me), and forgot all about ole Brucie.

Stace's dad picked us up, and we took Kaitlin home. She lives in this big modern house up on the bluff. It doesn't look like a goth kid's house. It had kind of a tense, or maybe nervous feeling about it. I don't know exactly, but it just didn't feel right. I wonder if Auntie Bee would...no, how could I suggest that they have their house cleansed? ;-) They probably don't even believe in feng shui and cleansing and that kind of stuff. I'll have to think about this and talk to Kaitlin. She's going to bring her mother down to the shop next week, so, I can ask her some questions then and maybe figure it out.

Griz