I simply had a wonderful time at the party last night! It was so much fun. I went out shopping with the Roomie and Rachel that afternoon, stressed majorly over what to wear, and ended up with a cute black top with white polka dots and ruffles, and a cute set of black tights with faux diamond sparkles on the calves. I tied that in with a skirt and shoes which I already owned, and voila! I was ready to go.
A few of us started off the night with a dress-up party and some wine. The roomie did my hair and makeup. Then, we just hung out, laughing and talking, giving ourselves a chance to get there fashionably late. We certainly didn't want to be the first people there!
Boo didn't come until we had been there for about half an hour; maybe forty-five minutes. And when he did.....God, he was so handsome! I have never seen him look quite so fine! And he was completely hammered. He was practically pickled. And strangely enough, being shit-faced doesn't make him act like an idiot, but it makes him talk in really big, fancy words. When I first started talking to him, you would have thought he was Gatsby, the way he was carrying on. For all his fancy talk, however, you could see that it was taking longer for the gears to work. His language might have been fancy, but his brain was running real slow. It was not long before he disappeared into the corner with just the friends he had come with. I had asked him to dance before that point, but he protested a series of injuries, scars, and physical therapy made it impossible for him to dance. So, I was a bit disappointed. I've chalked it up to his being drunk, though, because usually, he's a bit more friendly with me.
After a point, I began to get frustrated. I wanted to dance with a cute blond, so I decided that was just what I was going to do. And if that cute blond was not Boo, then I'd just have to find another. I spotted a familiar face in the crowd, and asked him to dance. He's a freshman and I'm a senior; there is no romantic feeling there at all, but he's a wonderful dancer. And we accidentally got caught in a slow dance, but that was fun, too. All in all, I think that one dance was the highlight of my night. And I kinda hope that Boo wasn't watching, but part of me hopes he was. I also got to dance with one of the people who put the party together. He made a comment that the host must dance with everyone, and I jokingly asked if he was Gatsby. With a wink he said "maybe". I called him mysterious, and he told me that was his middle name, "Jay Mysterious Gatsby," haha!
At the end of the party, once the dancing was over and the band was packing up, I slipped upstairs to the second floor to say goodbye to Boo. On the way there, I found a bunch of playing cards scattered all over the steps. And on the top step, just staring at me, was the Five of Hearts; my lucky card. There is a whole story behind it, and it would take at least another post to explain, but for me, it really hit me hard. It reminded me of things and of people. And after little details that I noticed during the night (again, I'd need to explain so much background context first), I felt as though this might be a sign of something, although I don't know what. I left the card, went up to the second floor, said goodbye to some people, and then came up to Boo. He didn't see me, so I placed a hand on his arm, and said goodbye. He was starting to sober up, and his response sounded so much more like his old self. On the way back down the stairs, I grabbed the card.
The night was finished off with Princess Bride and more wine. My feet were killing me, and I was incredibly tired, but it was a wonderful evening, Boo or not. I was so glad that I went!