The Dog and The Boat

I'd like to start summing up last night with the story of the most hilariously unlucky thing that ever happened to me. I was on Lizzy's porch with her and her father, and we were about to get going when some creepy looking kid, who's head was completely shaved except for the rat tail in the back, comes by walking a small yipy dog. The kid lets the dog run up on to the porch, it then bites my leg, tearing through my pants and my skin, it then runs off the porch, and the kid acts like I did something wrong.
Some antibiotics and band-aids later I was finally on the boat with Lizzy, Dylan, Chelsea, and David. Chelsea spent half the dance looking into the water thoughtfully, so I guess I can leave her out of the story. Dylan was in a good mood, and if you've never seen him in a good mood this means he spent most of the time hurting me, so that was unfortunate. I made myself look like an idiot more then once, but that's to be expected. Although I've been listing the negatives it was defiantly a good night...Yeah I know I'm being vague but that's none of your business.
On another positive note I'm no longer worried that Lizzy's going out with me as a terribly over elaborate prank, I guess she actually does like me. Hell if I know why though.

For Great Justice,
Dr/ Lightning