And he was there

At last, my crazy weekend is finished and I can't wait to start blogging about it so please bear with me. Here's a thought: what do you do when you go to your boss' shop to pick up the tickets for indy then found out that the van is at the other side of the track?

My answer: You cry while walking. It took me forty-five minutes to walk from Elkhorn Avenue to Macintosh Island.

It was a struggle, I tell you.

I started walking at ten thirty. Yep, the sun was up and angry. Everybody was wearing shorts and tank tops with their flip flops.

They were eady for another day at the racing track.

But not dear Nikki. Nikki had to wear black pants, black shoes and her disgusting purple Subway shirt. I started my journey by walking towards the Esplanade entrance. I had my Saturday ticket punched and my bag inspected.

I came across some really weird people. Guys with their shirts off and beer in hand yelling at the top of their lungs.

Topless girls walking while drunk guys gawk at their enormous breasts.

Little kids holding firmly onto their parents' hands.

Guys and girls talking with friends.

Policemen handcuffing troublemakers.

Drunk guy fighting with another drunk guy.

Guys wearing cute headphones.

It really was a festivity.

The feeling was great. There were jets flying around the place every hour. A sky show where planes did a little formation in the sky (I don't really know what it's called but it was really good.).

There were shops everywhere.

Indy souvenirs, cafes, balloon-dart booths for kids, information desks everywhere, helicopter rides, balloons were being given to everybody, the sound system was great, the local radio station had set up a booth at the track and their music kept the people going.

And of course, the sound of cars racing.

I regret the fact that I worked when I could've just hung out with my Mark at the Indy track for the whole day.

"Look after your bag and drink heaps of water. I don't want you passing out, I won't be there to look after you."

The guy is making me fall head over heels for him. Every word said is a confirmation of his growing affection towards me.

I worked at the van for four hours and had Bernie to pick me up. We ate and caught with what's happening. I haven't told her about Mark yet because I wanted to be totally sure about everything before I start introducing him to my friends.

Since I was doing a double shift, I had Dimpz (Bernie!) dropped me off at the other shop.

I was so tired I was happy when I was welcomed by Mark's smiling face as I closed down the shop. Then my workmate met an accident while riding home and we had to drive him to the hospital. After calling his dad, we drove to Surfers to grab dinner.

"At least this is something we can tell our grandchildren when we get old."

Whoa. Hold up, Casanova. Too early. I gave him this weird look and he laughed. I know he was kidding but still.

When asked about my day, I started to cry. I was so tired. I actually felt my back giving. It was tight. I mean, really tight. We hung out for a couple of hours just staying at the broadwater and just talking. He had his arms around me the whole time and kissing the top of my head.

It felt good. My exhaustion was almost worth it.

If he hadn't cut through my thoughts and told me that it was way past two, I wouldn't have noticed. He drove me home and THAT took another half an hour. Spending time with this man is unbearable, I just couldn't tear myself away from him.

Then Today(well, Sunday), he did the sweetest thing. He stayed outside the van and was just there for three whole hours just waiting for me to finish my shift. It was hot and muggy and he was looking mighty fine in a shirt and shorts and sunnies.

I couldn't concentrate. I had this dopey smile on my face and everytime I would look at him, he was looking at me giving me a sexy smile.

He drove me to Ferry Road and went to pick me up again.

"You don't have to worry about taking the bus or driving, as long as I'm free I'm all yours."

I just got home and I'm still tingling all over. I just can't get enough of him.

He's my happy pill. He makes me smile and I can't think of anything else. I know I'll be seeing him tomorrow at Uni but I still can't wait. This past week had been a God's gift to me. I met an incredible guy and he's willing to stick around.

At the moment, that's enough for me.