Teach Me to Dance, Antonio

Sometimes the best times in the world come from intricate planning and a lot of money. Other times, they come from a random email and a follow up WTF phone call.

Part I. The Email

I'll be honest with you: I don't get a lot of emails. Most people either call me or decide that I'm not important enough to communicate with. Andrea is a fish of a different colour. She sends me more emails than anyone else in the whole wide world. Often, they are the products of boredom and random thoughts. This is the one I received this afternoon:

"i thought you would appreciate this
i kinda giggle every time this song comes on cuz i go aww thats me, and then go hahaha no!
"i've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show, i thought that being strong meant never losing my self control, but im just drunk enough, to let go of this pain, to hell with this pride, let it fall like rain, from these eyes, tonight i wanna cry"
i realized that i dont care and dont need to be drunk, although it helps.. maybe i just wish i had some self control over these tears, bastards."

So, I am sitting in my chair, in my basement thinking, when the heck did she write that? and trying to decide whether she was crying and depressed or actually just thought I would understand her craziness. I was going to email her back, but then I decided that I should just cut out the middle-man (aka Hotmail) and give her a phone call.

Part II: Let the Madness Begin

I will spare you the nitty gritty, but in the end, Andrea and I ended up at the mall in search of the right dress for Saturday night. We didn't find it. The mission failed. We did, however, visit my favourite place on Brant Street and talk to my favourite server at that place. He got all impatient on me because I tried to ask if Andrea wanted anything to drink. He is Dennis's friend--that makes him evil.

Well, Andrea has a rare sense of humour. She didn't order anything, but she still found a unique way to make my life difficult: she sat reading the tip jar. "Tippucino?" she says, "What the crap? THANKS A LATTE!! That's hilarious!!" And I thought she would giggle for a few minutes and then get the hell over it. God, no. I've never been so wrong in my life. She laughed until the tears started rolling and our dear friend the evil guy stuck his head out the drive thru window and says, "Are you laughing at me? Cuz if you are that's really rude!" and that set me off. So I am laughing at Andrea who is laughing at the cup while the evil one is feeling so left out. We explained to him about the cup, and I told him I was laughing at Andrea and he told me that was good because she really deserved to be laughed at.

Part III: That Calibre of Cool

We returned to my home, where we worked on my Winnie the Pooh mosaic puzzle (I'm almost done, Rory, you better get over here before it's done!) and ate Tacos with my family (except I don't think they really qualified as tacos). Then, we sat there and said to each other that we weren't sure what we should do next. I suggested a movie, and Andrea agreed that we should do that.

It was a toss-up between "The Wild" (that wants to be Madagascar but mostly fails) and "Take the Lead." In the long run, we decided that we'd let timing dictate our choice, and "Take the Lead" was on at a better time, so we went to see that. Do you know why? Because we are that calibre of cool...

Part IV: I Choose to Follow--How Brave

Do you know what that movie was about? Antonio Banderas plays a french guy teaching a bunch of poor kids how to ballroom dance. It reminded me of a story I wrote when I was like 8--everything that happened was tied to the romantic climax. Here are some of my favourite lines:

• This super white kid with red hair and freckles says to Antonio, "Yo man, we don't need no mo white bread up in here." And the girl he was referring to says, "Do you even own a mirror?"
• Antonio walks in and introduces himself as Pierre Dulane. Someone says, "Pierre doesn't sound very Spanish to me." Antonio explains, "My father was French, but my mother was Spanish. I know 6 languages and speak 5--all in a Spanish accent."

Andrea and I were so ranty after the movie that we forgot to dance in the parking lot. So we danced in the car.

Part V: Booty Call

After the movie I came down here to write this blog, when I heard the phone ring. I assumed it was for Meg. Then I heard my dad calling me from upstairs and I thought, Oh no! Shane fell off some roof or something! But when I got to the phone it was just Rory. He says, "Hi! I can't hear anything you're saying but do you want to do something. Yell so I can hear you!" And then he came over.

Rory and I went to Wendy's for JBCs and then to Ultramart for candy. After that I brought him back to my house and showed him how far we got on the puzzle. He was very impressed. We worked on the puzzle until 2 am at which time he declared, "I better get going. My mom is going to call me a home wrecker again."

And that is how I spent my Tuesday evening.