A waltz to remember...
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jackofallgeeksWell, I figure a number of you will probably want some account of my dance last night with Ms Suzannah. And I know that, in time, this too shall fade from my memory, so I have a bit of vested interest in getting down what I can. So, here we go...
Classes crawled by as should be expected. And then I found that my suit, which I haven't worn in a year or more, is now too small in every dimension. So, I wore instead my black slacks, white button-down shirt, and took the suit jacket which, while too small, looked OK and was tolerable to wear for so long as I needed a Jacket. Add to it my silver-and-black tie, and I was off.
Christendom, it seems, is about a two-hour drive away, from my door to hers. The first trip out I blamed it on Traffic around Manassas. The first trip back I blamed it on traffic just inside DC. But even taking her home at 1:00am it took us two hours, though... Well, I'll get to that. I'm trying to do this in some semblance of chronology...
I got out there just after 4:00pm, which is slightly amusing, as that was when we first figured I'd be there, and I had thought first that I might be later and then that I might be earlier. She came out with her Sister, wearing her hair up in a neat bun (she seems to like her hair up, it seems) and a very pretty black dress, with a long skirt and long sleeves -- very nice looking. We got in the car and headed out; if I recall correctly, we started right into conversation, which is always a good thing. She got to talking about the Greek Temperaments, which seem to me a classical form of psychology. She supposed that I would be Sanguine Melancholic -- Sanguine for being out-going and risible; Melancholic for being introspective. From what she told me (more than I can recall to list here), I though she'd hit the mark squarely -- odd, in that the two seem contradictory. As Leslie once pointed out to me (I believe), I am but one great contradiction.
(Aside: Being who I am, I found a Temperaments 'quiz' Here. And yes, I did come up as Sanguine Melancholic.)
My Sanguinity
Trevor and Rose wanted to leave by 5:30, to get to the Ball by 6:00, when it opened. I called at about 5:15 or so, as we entered DC.
Trveor: Where are you?
Me: We're just now leaving Christendom.
Trevor: Are you serious?
Me: No.
Even at that, though, we didn't even get to the Metro until 6:00pm. The four of us took the Metro out and got to the Ball a little before 7:00, like 6:45 or so. Of course, the ball was delayed by half an hour, so we were fine. We said Hi to a few people, got drinks, talked with my old RA, Desi, who got into a conversation with Suzannah about Grad school and the like. Then we were let into the Ball, where they sat us down and began to feed us. Food is good. The four of us were at a table with mostly Sophomores and Freshmen -- 5 couples, though one 'couple' was just a pair of freshman engineers who had come to the dance. It was fun, and we had a pretty nice dinner group, with good conversation and stuff. Between the dinner talk and (more so) our talk in the car, I learned a number of things about Suzannah -- she thinks nine kids is a 'good start' to a family, she's a very traditional Catholic (as in Latin Mass and all that goes with it), she's one month and four days older than me (April 6th, almost as old as Jean, March 26th), and her demeanor is about as solemn as mine is comical. None of which, per se, is a bad thing.
The music, unfortunately, was horrid. Simply awful. Suzannah noted that it was like the Second Level of Dante's Hell, a place of constant discordant noise. I'd have to agree. -smirk- It was the typical vulgar, offensive, 'grinding' music which they always had at these things. Suzannah said it's what she expected. There was a short stretch of three of four '80s songs, which was a sanctuary amongst the filth, but then it slipped back. At one point they played some slower songs, and Suzannah said, 'You could waltz to this. Want to learn?' Necessarily, I agreed.
So we waltzed for a song or two, which was really a lot of fun! -laughs- Definitely more... active than the 'standard' slow-dance I've been accustomed to my whole life. They started some swing, but she didn't feel she could teach me swing dancing, and while they were playing some latin music we got to talking about the other dances she knew, mainly contra dancing and medieval circle dancing, which sounded interesting. It was a lot of fun and was, notably, the time all night that she seemed to be most enjoying herself -- as I said, she has a solemn demeanor (which is quite odd to me), but as we were dancing she seemed more lively, and was even smiling. -laughs-
A bit after our dancing, after sitting at the table for a bit, Trevor and Rose decided the music (which had again become filth) wasn't going to get better, so the fou of us left to go back to school. After a very long metro ride (there was work in one of the tunnels) we got back on Campus, whereupon Trevor and Rose headed back to their rooms, and Suzannah and I headed back out to Christendom.
My Melancholy
Truth be told, I didn't want to take her home -- I didn't want the night to end. I know that's so cliche, but it's also the truth. I was getting depressed even as we were still in the car together and, admittedly, I wasn't driving very much over the speed limit at all, which says a lot. -smirk- We talked some, but it was mostly silent -- probably not out of the ordinary for her, but it is for me. -smirk- Anastasiya expeted me to be giggling at every odd silence, as I do so when I'm nervous, typically. And from Christendom to Catholic, I did giggle. But on the return trip, I was just feeling morose. -shrugs- Lack of self-confidence, maybe... We got back to her dorm, and she told me again that she'd had a good time -- in fact, she'd never been to a dance before, not like that -- the ones Christendom has are a bit different. But she was a little concerned that it was now after 2am, and I had another two hours of driving to go. She suggested I maybe have Gene take me in, as he goes to school there, too, and maybe I should have; it would have been nice to see him. But I said I was fine and, after wishing I could fly (as then I would get home quicker), she wished me a safe drive.
I made the trip in about an hour.
I called Rachel up on my way, because I was feeling down, as I'd said. -smirk- She's almost always the first one I turn to (partly because I'm not so afraid of bothering her than some others), and I told Suzannah as much on the way home... But I called her up, and we talked, and she made me feel better. "Things will work out, Andrew. Especially for good people, and you're a good person. End of story." -smiles- I love Rachel... But, yeah, I got home and was in bed at about 4am, then slept until about 1pm. And now that all of this is down, I need to get back to working on my Metaphysics paper, which I have taken a break from.
Classes crawled by as should be expected. And then I found that my suit, which I haven't worn in a year or more, is now too small in every dimension. So, I wore instead my black slacks, white button-down shirt, and took the suit jacket which, while too small, looked OK and was tolerable to wear for so long as I needed a Jacket. Add to it my silver-and-black tie, and I was off.
Christendom, it seems, is about a two-hour drive away, from my door to hers. The first trip out I blamed it on Traffic around Manassas. The first trip back I blamed it on traffic just inside DC. But even taking her home at 1:00am it took us two hours, though... Well, I'll get to that. I'm trying to do this in some semblance of chronology...
I got out there just after 4:00pm, which is slightly amusing, as that was when we first figured I'd be there, and I had thought first that I might be later and then that I might be earlier. She came out with her Sister, wearing her hair up in a neat bun (she seems to like her hair up, it seems) and a very pretty black dress, with a long skirt and long sleeves -- very nice looking. We got in the car and headed out; if I recall correctly, we started right into conversation, which is always a good thing. She got to talking about the Greek Temperaments, which seem to me a classical form of psychology. She supposed that I would be Sanguine Melancholic -- Sanguine for being out-going and risible; Melancholic for being introspective. From what she told me (more than I can recall to list here), I though she'd hit the mark squarely -- odd, in that the two seem contradictory. As Leslie once pointed out to me (I believe), I am but one great contradiction.
(Aside: Being who I am, I found a Temperaments 'quiz' Here. And yes, I did come up as Sanguine Melancholic.)
My Sanguinity
Trevor and Rose wanted to leave by 5:30, to get to the Ball by 6:00, when it opened. I called at about 5:15 or so, as we entered DC.
Trveor: Where are you?
Me: We're just now leaving Christendom.
Trevor: Are you serious?
Me: No.
Even at that, though, we didn't even get to the Metro until 6:00pm. The four of us took the Metro out and got to the Ball a little before 7:00, like 6:45 or so. Of course, the ball was delayed by half an hour, so we were fine. We said Hi to a few people, got drinks, talked with my old RA, Desi, who got into a conversation with Suzannah about Grad school and the like. Then we were let into the Ball, where they sat us down and began to feed us. Food is good. The four of us were at a table with mostly Sophomores and Freshmen -- 5 couples, though one 'couple' was just a pair of freshman engineers who had come to the dance. It was fun, and we had a pretty nice dinner group, with good conversation and stuff. Between the dinner talk and (more so) our talk in the car, I learned a number of things about Suzannah -- she thinks nine kids is a 'good start' to a family, she's a very traditional Catholic (as in Latin Mass and all that goes with it), she's one month and four days older than me (April 6th, almost as old as Jean, March 26th), and her demeanor is about as solemn as mine is comical. None of which, per se, is a bad thing.
The music, unfortunately, was horrid. Simply awful. Suzannah noted that it was like the Second Level of Dante's Hell, a place of constant discordant noise. I'd have to agree. -smirk- It was the typical vulgar, offensive, 'grinding' music which they always had at these things. Suzannah said it's what she expected. There was a short stretch of three of four '80s songs, which was a sanctuary amongst the filth, but then it slipped back. At one point they played some slower songs, and Suzannah said, 'You could waltz to this. Want to learn?' Necessarily, I agreed.
So we waltzed for a song or two, which was really a lot of fun! -laughs- Definitely more... active than the 'standard' slow-dance I've been accustomed to my whole life. They started some swing, but she didn't feel she could teach me swing dancing, and while they were playing some latin music we got to talking about the other dances she knew, mainly contra dancing and medieval circle dancing, which sounded interesting. It was a lot of fun and was, notably, the time all night that she seemed to be most enjoying herself -- as I said, she has a solemn demeanor (which is quite odd to me), but as we were dancing she seemed more lively, and was even smiling. -laughs-
A bit after our dancing, after sitting at the table for a bit, Trevor and Rose decided the music (which had again become filth) wasn't going to get better, so the fou of us left to go back to school. After a very long metro ride (there was work in one of the tunnels) we got back on Campus, whereupon Trevor and Rose headed back to their rooms, and Suzannah and I headed back out to Christendom.
My Melancholy
Truth be told, I didn't want to take her home -- I didn't want the night to end. I know that's so cliche, but it's also the truth. I was getting depressed even as we were still in the car together and, admittedly, I wasn't driving very much over the speed limit at all, which says a lot. -smirk- We talked some, but it was mostly silent -- probably not out of the ordinary for her, but it is for me. -smirk- Anastasiya expeted me to be giggling at every odd silence, as I do so when I'm nervous, typically. And from Christendom to Catholic, I did giggle. But on the return trip, I was just feeling morose. -shrugs- Lack of self-confidence, maybe... We got back to her dorm, and she told me again that she'd had a good time -- in fact, she'd never been to a dance before, not like that -- the ones Christendom has are a bit different. But she was a little concerned that it was now after 2am, and I had another two hours of driving to go. She suggested I maybe have Gene take me in, as he goes to school there, too, and maybe I should have; it would have been nice to see him. But I said I was fine and, after wishing I could fly (as then I would get home quicker), she wished me a safe drive.
I made the trip in about an hour.
I called Rachel up on my way, because I was feeling down, as I'd said. -smirk- She's almost always the first one I turn to (partly because I'm not so afraid of bothering her than some others), and I told Suzannah as much on the way home... But I called her up, and we talked, and she made me feel better. "Things will work out, Andrew. Especially for good people, and you're a good person. End of story." -smiles- I love Rachel... But, yeah, I got home and was in bed at about 4am, then slept until about 1pm. And now that all of this is down, I need to get back to working on my Metaphysics paper, which I have taken a break from.
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