i hate misspellings (people who know i was a copy editor for the queen's journal know this), but i'll leave the one in the post below as a memory of feeling so euphoric last night that i didn't even notice.

to elaborate on my weekend:

the school had its annual hallowe'en carnival on friday night. it's always a huge production; horserides around the track, a brincoline (a huge trampoline), games, food stalls, a disco, two haunted houses created by the grade sixes and the seniors. i had a lot of fun, even when i was "on duty." my costume this year was a little more planned out than last year's (i only found out four hours beforehand that i had to dress up last year, so all i could come up with was "hipster"--jeans, arcade fire t-shirt, blazer w/ little band pin, trucker hat, ipod), although the effort was pretty minimal. i bought a box of froot loops, stabbed it a bit with a butter knife, painted some white out around the stab wounds (milk), and stabbed a few empty cereal boxes and put them in a garbage bag (past victims). done. serial/cereal killer. apparently, it works in spanish, too--asesino serial/cereal.
a group of us went out afterwards, but retired pretty early. (early being around 2:30 a.m.)

during the day on saturday, i was in a funk-ish mood (not funky-cool--funk-funk). this guy i was trying to be friends with did a very inconsiderate thing, and it really irked me. i did get a good chunk of quarter-exam marking finished as a result, though! anyway, i needed to redeem my day, so dave and mike took me out dancing. all i wanted was to dance. i didn't want to get hit on by slimy guys, and i didn't want to see that "friend." so we avoided de santos and went to the zoo instead. the zoo is a dance club/bar on the malecon known for its "animal cage" (paris hilton danced in it) that plays r&b/hip-hop 'til about 3 in the morning, and then switches to techno/house 'til the sun rises. your average lowest common denominator resort town dance spot.
i loved it last night.
this is probably because i had a rum and coke, two beers, a tequila shot, and two free margaritas (some girls kept giving me and mike coupons). anyway, we danced our asses off, and i felt infinitely better. then a surprisingly attractive guy (obviously just visiting from mexico city) grabbed me to dance, and he was actually a pretty great dancer. we somehow managed to salsa/swing/undefinable-dance-genre to a bevy of generic club tunes such as "hips don't lie," "hey ya!" and a dance version of "sweet child of mine." i felt like we'd both been watching a little too much so you think you can dance? and dancing with the stars. i'm sure i'm exaggerating times a million here, but i'm convinced i was possessed by the dancing devil last night. i will try to confirm this with dave and mike today, just to make sure i didn't hallucinate it all.
anyway, it all had to come to an end eventually. i started to spot students, so it was time to head home (by then it was around 3 a.m., post-daylight saving time change, so it would've been 4 a.m. prior to that).
santiago and i agreed that if he's ever in the pv and at the zoo again, we will have to dance. i'll likely never see him again, but that moment was perfect; i'll never have to know him enough to find things to dislike--except for the fact that he didn't immediately propose marriage after that dance performance of mine!