I was really hoping that this blog wouldn’t turn into some sort of sappy, gush fest, but it seems to happen at least once every time I try. Oh well, here’s to embracing the inevitable! (If you really don’t want to know about this, [and I wouldn’t blame you] just disregard this post, it shouldn’t happen again)

So I asked Kelsey to the prom, and since then we went on a number of “dates” for lack of a better word. Going out to Bennigan’s after a show, or going to a party or a movie together, but nothing major really happened. Thursday before prom, we went to see Approaching Zanzibar over at Jesuit, and there was sort of a connection there, but still not much, until Prom itself.

Prom was a blast, even though it seemed as if Kelsey knew more people than I did. At dinner, Dara asked if Kelsey and I were an “Item, or what?” When faced with the question, Kelsey and I both did an “I guess so,” number and that really cemented things. After prom, we went to a big party thrown at the theatre, and Dara proved she really was a theatre girl, by taking part in a reenactment of the Cell Block Tango, from Chicago. We played catch phrase, and had to take Dara home at 2 o’clock in the morning. We then went back to the theatre for another couple hours, and then Joel, Kelsey and I went to IHOP for breakfast. At IHOP we scared the waitress by being extremely sleep deprived on top of our regular collective weirdness. We took Joel Home around 5:30 and by the time we got back to Kelsey’s house it was about 6:15 and we just stood on her porch as the sun came up.

Since then, we talked on the phone every other day or so, and we went to a movie and dinner, this Friday. As I was driving up to her house, she called me, and when I pulled up, she, her mom, and Bob were all sitting on the porch. This was quite a sight, and I had to go through the standard routine of “What are you going to see? Where are you going to go? Call us when you decide,” rigmarole. We saw Walking Tall and then went to Bennigan’s afterwards. We talked about everything from theatre stories to Survivor. She was supposed to be home at eleven, and when I pulled up inform of her house, we were finishing our discussion on the end of shows, when her front door opened, and out came Bob. That was quite possibly the scariest sight in my life. She quickly hopped out of the car with a “see you later” and I drove off very quickly.

It’s ironic that we were discussing how that every production of a play is completely different, but it’s always sad when it’s over, because that’s exactly how I felt when She got out of the car. Like it seemed to go on forever, but ended just as quickly as it had begun. I barely got to say goodbye, and it was over. What compounded the feeling is that the road I take to get home from her house is the same one I take to get back from the theatre, and I was very much reminded of the end of a show.(you may now resume your normal blogging experience)

Summer lovin' had me a blast - summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me - I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights
  ¶ 4/24/2004 12:53:00 AM