It’s the morning after and I feel REALLY stiff.  It’s like a hangover, despite the fact that I had consumed nothing in the way of alcohol.  However, it’s a good feeling because it’s attached to a sense of accomplishment.  Yesterday was a long day, but almost everything was eclipsed by the dance.  The only thing really worth saying is that I donated blood that day and I was kind of afraid that I would pass out at Ramada.  But I didn’t, so it’s all good.

The flowers cost me more than dinner did.  But it would have hurt a lot more had I gone to Oliverio’s like we had planned earlier.  Instead, I took Katie to Jenn’s house for dinner.  It was a very nice little setup, spaghetti, salad, home made bread (yum).

The dance itself really didn’t amount to much, so I don't even think I should bother going into vivid detail.  Suffice to say that I spent pretty much the whole night with Katie after the rest of my senior friends bailed.

After we finished, I went to Eat 'n Park with Katie, Chelsea, Virginia, and Noelle.  It was late, so none of us were really with it at all.  The girls did their little Secret Santa thing, and we talked about random stuff the whole night.  Food was good, milkshakes satisfying, and being exhausted, we all slept well that night.  Before I left the restaurant, I kissed Katie goodnight, the right way.  I believe everyone saw that one; and at this point, I don’t care.  I’m good to go. 

This morning I woke up wondering if any of it had really happened.  Then I saw the rose lying on my desk where I had left it the night before.  A smile crossed my face and I knew I had it made.