Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A Magical Night

The only word to describe it.
Magical.
It was a "pinch myself, am I dreaming?" experience.
The calling, the running over, the brushing (both types heehee!), the water paying, the speaking and listening, the bus, the helpfulness (to the Ukrainian), the unwillingness to get the sweater, the jokkkkkkkes, the faces, the mock stubborness, the patience, the indulging, the bus stop, the Thursday tiyul, the whole thing, the whole freakin thing.
The whole thing was magic.