the perfect timing

i missed my prom. it's not really my kinda party, you know: dress up and lousy music (most of times) and dance and alcohol. i mean, i can dress up, all right, and my ears are resilient enough to stand a couple of hours of portuguese popular music, so i'd survive for sure. but when it comes to dance... i look like a skiny frog in a fucking blender. no joke, i really do.

now when it comes to alcohol, i bid thee welcome to my world. but i don't need to dress up for that, and not to dance at all. just need a bottle.

now there was one moment that kinda made me regret not going to the prom after all. this friend of mine, caressed by the touch of some wine god*, approached one of our teachers, who was dancing with one of class mates, and said something remarkable. something like "leave her be", and pushed her aside to dance with the teacher - something like this, i dunno, i wasn't there and can't recall what i was told, you already know how my memory (doesn't) work. surely an awkward moment for the dancing couple, and one hell of a laugh for anyone who saw. mind you, nothing moves me against anyone, but still, it was fun.

the funny thing is, this friend of mine had no idea what she was doing. and when reality comes by with its ironic sense of humor, we can't help but wonder how the world can be so silly. i mean, sometimes we do things just for the fuck of it, only to reality to screw as soon as we turn our back. but no matter; my dear friend (yes, i know you'll be reading this), you were brilliant..!

[*edit: she argues that she wasn't caressed by only one wine god, but for an entire cathedral of them. all right, she's bound to know better than i do..!]