Festival

Last night I went to my old school/church's Spring Festival -- an annual fair, complete with expensive rides, dull games, and mediocre food. I'm not sure if it's called the Spring Festival now, though. They've pushed it from mid-March to early February. Now the Super Bowl, which has long been a January tradition, is on the same weekend in early February. But I digress.

It was the first time I had been on the church grounds since I told my friends and family that I was an atheist, so I was kind of hesitant to go back. I enjoyed the familiarity of it all -- the sights, the sounds, the smells. And, of course, my friends were there, so that was cool. No one gave me a hard time about anything, which was good.

We spent a lot of the time playing bingo indoors. Well, because I only brought $6, I couldn't buy many of my own games, but my friends Mike and Sean treated me to some. Unfortunately, I didn't win, but there was some other entertainment. There were a few Florida State Troopers making sure the crowd of people playing bingo didn't get too rowdy. Actually, they kicked out a guy who seemed to be having fun in the bathroom. Those are your Florida tax dollars at work, keeping our makeshift bingo halls safe.

Anyway, I had a good time, even though I didn't go on any of the rides. It was still fun, and it was good to see my friends. I might go later today, but because the weather is miserable and I have a lot of homework, I probably won't. Tomorrow doesn't look good either.

On Thursday, I did it. I was pretty nervous about it, and I even sort of felt that I shouldn't do it, but part of me felt that I had to once I had thought of it. I couldn't let the opportunity escape. So I pulled her out of her circle of friends and asked her to the dance. "If you're not seeing anyone --" (at this point, her facial expression changed indescribably slightly) "-- I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me..." She said that she hadn't been planning on going, but that she would let me know. She asked for my number, and I hastily searched for a pen and paper. I found an old pencil and an old notecard. I scribbled just the number; the area code and name were understood.

I went back to my own circle of friends, aloof as usual, but leaning back against the wall. I was relieved but still nervous. When would the call come? Tonight? The weekend? Tuesday? Wednesday? More noticeably, I wasn't happy. I would be happy when I knew for sure. Is she trying to change her plans? Is she trying to decide whether to go at all? Will she say yes? I still don't know; I'm awaiting her call.

I expected my extended circle of friends to go Rumorsville since this took place early in the morning. But surprisingly, no one mentioned it to me, although someone mentioned it to someone sitting next to me in class as if I weren't there. That was kind of weird. But, like I said, no one talked to me about it. So at least no one did the "Aww, how cute" thing or other assorted routines. That's how I thought it would be because no one expects this of me, and I hardly expect it of myself. When Monday comes, the questions might as well. Hopefully by then I'll have answers.

Double Feature Finder is a very cool site that allows you to "find local showtimes scheduled back-to-back and spend the entire day at the movies!" Just don't sneak into movies. Nope, don't do that.

A San Francisco indie rock group called Pants Pants Pants has re-shot two of the opening sequences of "Full House" for a music video (Flash, sound). Whatever happened to predictability?