After the dance

So we had the last inbound event this past weekend, and I got to go, with a lot of random rides and people... Portland summed up is this: I saw a guy pooping, thats right, POOPING on the street, as people passed by and didn't even do anything. It really is sad the way you have to be so unfriendly in the city. It really made me miss my little hick town.
Anyways, back to the dance. It was a really strange mix of emotions. First off, my best friend I've probably ever had left to go back to France the night of the dance. That was horribly sad. But then there was the kind-of random hookup that happened between me and a certain exotic, older girl. Its not usually like me to do that kind of a thing, and now I remember why. We were kissing when we were separated by one of the adults. I saw my whole exchange flash before my eyes. Worst feeling ever, the guilt and weakness you feel at a moment like that. But I think everything will be fine, the adult told my YEO, but he's just worried about me acting like that in Mexico, so I think that everything is OK. And yes, it was a fun experience, something I rarely do. It was a fun time to come out of my shell like that and to create a lasting memory of my first Turkish girl.