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I got back from the Boston Tea Party last night, and oh, my friends, I came this close to dancing with John Lindo!  Oh, it was heartbreaking.  Dancing with him is on my list of Things To Do Before I Die, but I had been planning to wait until I was out of the Beginning West Coast classes.  But then I took the workshop he gave, and I dunno, I guess I got the courage to just go for it.  I went up to him after the workshop was done and asked him if he would dance with me, that I was just beginning, but it was one of the things on my List.  He said to come grab him in the free dancing between competitions.  I was watching my opportunity like a hawk, but things didn’t click.  Finally it was do or die.  I had time for one dance before I had to jump on the shuttle to the airport.  I went and asked him, and he said he had to go get ready for his next thing, but as soon as he was done we would dance.  I said that I would miss him because of the shuttle, and he asked me if I was going to be at Summer Hummer, and told me that next time I could have two dances.  I grinned and said, “By the way, my name is Bernadette.”  He grinned and said, “I’m John.  It’s good to meet you!”  And it was good.  So we just have to pray that neither one of us dies before I see him again…

The highlight of my dancing weekend, however, was Friday night when I danced with Tybaldt.  That dance, it was… it was… Well, let me put it this way.  If that man weren’t so Happily Married W/Baby I would be offering to have his children right now.  Really.  It was that good.  It surprised the heck outta me.  To begin with, he asked me to dance.  He asked me.  And it was fun.  He led all the cool stuff, the spins and slides and grooving across the floor that people do in competitions and the crowd goes, “Oooooh!” And I followed it!  It may not have been pretty, but I was there.  It was incredible.  I was grinning like a fool the entire time.  And this is the best part: so was he.  If you watch the video that the link on his name should take you to, there’s this moment halfway through where he grins.  Look at that face.  That’s pretty much how he looked our whole dance.  I swear.  And then we were done, and he said, “Thank you very much!”  I said, “Thank you very much!  That was fun!”  And he said, “Yeah!”  Then he went and asked someone else to dance, and I went and had an asthma attack.  So awesome.  I’m still half swooning just thinking about it.

The other awesome part of my weekend was going to visit Boston College.  I’ve known since last August that I want to get my doctorate in Theology, and I’ve been thinking that BC is where I want to get it.  But I wasn’t sure.  When I knew that I was going to Boston, I started thinking if there was some way for me to go and just take a look.  For me, there’s something about getting a feel for a place, just standing there and seeing if it feels right to me.  I needed to go to Mass anyway, so when Bounce was getting people to pitch in for a rental car, I jumped on it.  Sunday morning I loaded my bags into the car, and drove over to Mass at St. Ignatius, the BC chapel.  I only got turned around once, and I found a parking spot quickly, so I was only a little late for Mass.  As I was walking in, they were on the second reading (Phillipians 3:12-14):  “It is not that I have already taken hold of it or have already attained perfect maturity, but I continue my pursuit in hope that I may possess it, since I have indeed been taken possession of by Christ [Jesus].  Brothers, I for my part do not consider myself to have possession.  Just one thing: forgetting what lies behind but straining forward to what lies ahead, I continue my pursuit toward the goal, the prize of God’s upward calling, in Christ Jesus.” And just like that, I had tears in my eyes.

The whole time I spent at BC was like that.  It was like God was laying it on thick, making darn sure that I didn’t miss this, that I couldn’t doubt this, that I knew for that this was it, that here was my home.  Sunday was the Feast of the Annunciation, which has deep significance for me, and the priest referenced so many things in his homily that have special meaning for me.  And it just felt like home.  Really home.  A little like falling in love, but with a place.  Like this is where I’m supposed to be.  Oh, I want to be there again!  And it looks like my plan to get there a little sooner might be working.  It’s scary and exciting, but this post is way long as it is, so I’ll write more about that later. 

Oh, my friends, God is good!