"Cool. See ya then." She replies.
Well, once I got home, I found old Dan on the computer and young Corran at work at the arena. I, on the other hand, was thinking about whom was coming to swing dancing tonight. From what I could remember, there would be myself, Eve, another friend who would be brought via Eve, Tina, Riley (yeah, we talked him into it a few weeks ago, and he loved it), Ricky, and Tracy (who hasn't gone in a long time and misses it). Actually, I messed up in there: I still had to call Riley. So I did, and he wasn't home. I just left a message telling him what was going on.
So naturally there's quite a lot of time before the actual thing happens, so I was doing my own stuff. Homework, dinner, other various activities that are slightly more vulgar than one would hope. Oddly enough on one of these . . . trips, I got two calls. Tracy had called, saying that she was going to meet us there with her boyfriend (I didn't really know the guy). Tina had also called to say she wouldn't be able to make it. About ten minutes later, Ricky called to tell me that he had work tonight, and therefore couldn't go. Crap. Riley still hadn't gotten back to me yet either, and time was running out!
Well, it was about 7:15, and we were meeting at the train station at 7:30. I felt it was time for me to go. I looked for Dan downstairs - I was going to need his car.
"Danny!" I yelled down the hall, as I ran to his door.
"What are you in such a hurry about?" he says, while looking over his police-reserve kevlar.
"Can I get a ride to 22nd St.?"
"Fine. Get ready."
Well, that was fast . . . I got my fleece vest, my dress shoes, and waited upstairs. I took my waiting as an opportunity to call Riley and leave another message.
Damn, where the hell was that kid??? Actually, to tell ya the truth, I haven't seen much of that kid in a while. For the past bit he's been going to some outdoor school or something, and not with the rest of us, so none of us have really spoken to the guy in quite some time.
Well, once Dan got upstairs, he told me to get my red "L". I guess I was driving. No problem, I guess; hey, if it'll get me to my people in time, whatever . . . . .
. . We hit traffic that slowed us down an extra 10-15 minutes. I was just sitting in the middle of this road, foot on the clutch, shaking my head repeatedly. I was literally praying that those who were left in the meeting would be there. Now that I had time to think about it, it was just going to be Eve and whomever she was bringing.
I am going to be in SO much trouble . . .
Well, once we got to the station (fifteen minutes too late), no one was there.
"Hey," Dan starts, all sarcastic-like, "I thought your friends were going to be here. Where are they?"
"I don't know man."
"So what, you still going?"
"I have to, there's another one meeting us there."
"All right."
"Later."
"Dan got into the driver's seat, and I ran into the area; not a trace of Eve at all. Unsure of what to do next, I felt my next best move would be to pray that they went to the place downtown to meet Tracy. Besides, I'd still have to do that too. I bought a ticket and got on the next train. I spent the next fifteen-twenty minutes sitting alone on this thing just hoping that everything would just work out in the end. That was a pretty slim chance, of course. Of course, I can't help but think that she probably just went home and stuff . . . then there's that little director of mine that says it'll end all cool-like with them meeting me at the downtown train station and stuff . . . . . man, I REALLY hope they're there . . .
So time goes by slowly, but I do get there eventually. And whom do I run into?
Yeah, because I'm just THAT lucky. No, I ran into Tracy and her boyfriend. They looked equally surprised to see me as I am of them.
"Hey, were you waiting for us here?" I asked.
"Actually . . . we were just leaving." Tracy tells me.
"What?"
"Well . . . Gordie here isn't much for dancing. We were actually going to go back to my place and watch a movie or something."
Yeah, that did it. Well, I let them go on their way to making up for their night, she told me to try to have fun tonight . . . doubtful, though.
Once I got into the dance hall, I went to the pay phone. I pulled out the phonebook and started looking for Eve's number (since she obviously wasn't here). My only chance was from her last name, and where she lived. Of course, she just HAPPENED to have a very, very common last name . . . . . over a period of about five to eight minutes I searched through it twice, and eventually I did find it.
No one was home.
Well, I paid for myself, entered, and found a fairly empty area (it was still early). I just took a seat along the outside, and tried to look as relaxed and casual as possible ('cause really I didn't want to radiate any "vibes" to anyone, because I know that's pretty easy to do when you're down). Eventually people started filling in. A lot of men were coming in, as I recall - it was gonna be a rough night because of that, since all the girls would be constantly asked to dance.
So what happened with me the rest of the night? I ended up walking around the area a lot, looking for someone to dance with that wasn't attached to anyone or too highly skilled. That left me bored a lot. Worst yet was that . . . actually it wasn't worst; worst would be that I was here alone. Near worst was that I was just sucking at dancing that night! I couldn't seem to put any of the steps together, and I was just screwing up a lot. I was always saying to my friends that once you know the stuff, dancing is all pure-attitude. Tonight proved it - my attitude was down the crapper. The clock on the wall said it was 10:15. Yeah, I think I'll leave now . . .
Just as I got up from my ass, someone spun me around by the shoulder.
"Hey!" he exclaims at me, one hand on my shoulder, the other holding a root beer.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed back, "I can't believe you made it!"
