My mind tends to wonder across seemingly unrelated thoughts. I tend to daydream about scenes of my life that I've put in the back of my mind for later processing, or fantasies so fabulous that my attention is trapped within.  It's not that I want to loose focus, or stop paying attention, but that's not how others see it -- specially when I wake up from my daydreams verbalizing the last thing that happened in my fantasy.  And this, of course, sometimes gets me in trouble....

Julie and I were hanging out at her grandparents' pool.  She was wearing this jaw-dropping, eye-opening and cannot-help-but-stare-at swimm suite.  We were floating in the deep side of the pool, facing each other and chatting.  Well, she was doing most of the talking -- I was just starring at her lips, thinking how awesome it would be to kiss her.  O and that large pair of femininity only somewhat covered by her bathing suite, which kept on floating over the surface of the blue water, just kept on stealing my attention.  Meanwhile, she kept talking.  Her well-shaped body was in my mind while she kept sharing her thoughts about dancing.

"So, I love tango", exclaimed Julie with a bit of happiness in her voice.

"Yeah? How does the tango go again?" I asked, as I tried very hard to keep my eyes on her eyes as opposed to her lips.

"T-a-n-g-o," she said while giggleing.  "It's really easy.  You go, T----a----n-g-o, with two slow steps followed by three very fast steps."

"Oh, that sounds easy," I said while nodding as I pictured Julie's graceful self moving to the beat of a tango across the dance floor.  T----a----n-g-o, she continued in my head, grabbing my hand tight and pushing her body against mine very hard during the n-g-o part.  I wonder what the tango would be like in the water, I thought to myself.  Our nearly naked bodies could get very close during the fast-paced n-g-o steps.  I wonder if we could move that fast in the water.  We may have to try it in the shallow side of the pool, since we wouldn't be able to move fast enough underwater for the n-g-o part.  In fact, we wouldn't be able to move that well underwater, period.  Well, Julie probably could, but I couldn't since I am so clumsy.  Could I dance underwater?  Well, fish do it, don't they?  Kind of... trained fish maybe.  But fish aren't all that smart, at least not as smart as dolphins.  Dolphins can dance underwater.  And they make that weird high-pitch sound.... I wonder if they would sing a high-pitched teeeee---aeeeee----n-eeeee-g-eeeee-o-eeeee while dancing the tango underwater.  But dolphins aren't fish, they're mammals, so they don't count.  Underwater monster fish could probably dance a tango!  Except they wouldn't sing a girly high-pitched teeeee---aeeeee----n-eeeee-g-eeeee-o-eeeee tango like dolphins would.  They would sing a lower t-o----a-o----n-o-e-o-g-o tangooo.  It would go something like this:

"Shhhhh... Shhhhh... Shhhhh...." I started blowing on the surface of the water with my hands forming a loudspeaker over my mouth.  "Shhhh... Shhhh... Shhhh...."

"What the heck are you doing?!" Julie yelled with an awakening voice.  "Are you even paying attention to me?!" she yelled even louder.

"Huh?" I uttered, as I started to regain consciousness and process her irate words.

"What is wrong with you?!  What's that noise you're making?"

"O I'm listening, " I said, not yet knowing whether I was lying to her or telling the truth.  "I was just... uh... hmmmm..."

"What was I talking about?" she asked, probably testing me -- most likely testing me.

"Tango, of course! We're talking about tango!" I said with an apologetic tone while I blushed in shame.  "Come here, showed me how to do the tango," I added, hoping to get her mind off of this very uncomfortable moment.  I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the shallow end.

"What, here?" she asked.  "In the pool?"

"Yeah, why not."

"OK."

We started dancing the tango.  I starred into her eyes after every t----a----, when our bodies touched in the n-g-o.  "T----a----n-g-o," we sang as we moved through the water less gracefully than a couple of toddlers.  We laughed.  I was hoping she had forgotten by now my embarrassing daydreaming incident.  I think she had.  We kept dancing in the pool, laughing and holding hands tight.  Eventually, after a t----a----n-g-o in which our bodies rubbed closely enough to heat up the pool, we hugged.  We both smiled and starred into each other's eyes, as we hugged in the pool on that embarrassing day.

So here is the quick break down of my adventorous weekend:

Right after work, I drove to Livonia, Detroit, and then Windsor, where I met an interesting fellow.  I then drove back home to Grand Rapids.  The next day, I drove to Holland where I made a new little friend who is now addicted to microscopes, and then drove back to Grand Rapids.  A few hours later, I found out there was a Pow Wow in the Ann Arbor area, and I still had time to make it to the great walk which started at seven.  So, I drove to the Pow Wow in Saline, where I met a lady from an Ontario tribe who tought some Guatemalans who live in Toronto how to fish, and also a Shamal who told me a few sacred Hopi stories.  After the Pow Wow, I missed my exit to Lansing so I drove up to Flint, where in a split second I decided to go see the thumb of Michigan.

I drove to Lapeer and then Marlette, the heart of the thumb, and then to Bad Axe where I met some elite hackers.  I was lucky to find a hotel open late.  After spending the night in Bad Axe, I drove to the tip of the thumb, or two tips rather (if you look real close): Port Austin, where I took some pictures and wrote some nonsense; and Pointe aux Banques, where I hiked into a hidden bay to take pictures and write more nonsense.  On the way back through Bad Axe, I met Amanda, who now owes me a date.

On the way back, I stopped by Ionia and hung out with some friends.  Then I drove to Lowell, where I enjoyed some Taco Bell before they closed due to technical difficulties (geez, those dudes from Bad Axe really had nothing better to do...).  I walked in a park half-flooded by the Grand River, where I wrote more nonsense until it actually started to make sense.  Since I wasn't quite ready to go home, I went to Comstock Park and eventually found my way to Riverside Park.  There, my mind wondered for a couple of miles until it came to realize what my first book will be about.

I made it back home safe and sound, having visited so many different places and experienced the most random events of the year.  The people I met and the things that I saw all came together after hours on the road to show me what my book will be about: love.