Dancing late into the morning. Last night I had the time of my life. I went contra dancing with an old friend. He is amazing. He taught me how to dance and after what seemed forever I stopped dancing for a bit and he asked me to dance. The lines were full, so he went to show me the lake instead. And wow. What happened after that was pure and complete esctasy. It was amazing. But I'm not getting into details. The only bad thing that really happened was that we got home REALLY late (Around 1) and my parents were mad. Really mad. Oh well, I wouldn't change last night for the world. Gah, oh and I'm talking to him at the moment and he's telling me that the last dance (the one I was watching him in) he was showing off because he wanted me to dance with him again. Eep. I'm happy now. Oh and he does this thing called spinning poi. Which is pretty much twirling about tennis sized balls that are on fire. Eep. :D