{Rosas Rosadas}

Tuesday, March 27. A day that will go down in infamy-- in my book at least. And it all began, and found its root with: roses (all pun intended).

So this day was in direct succession with the crappy monday in which the post before this one was written. With Sarah and I being so down in the dumps that day, I decided to do something I had been planning and wishing and preparing for for several weeks. I was going to buy her flowers. And not just buy her flowers. I was going to give her flowers. I had an elaborate scheme all planned out, right down to a mental screenplay complete with a script, that had required practice in order that it come out just right. Little did I know the aftershocks of this little venture.

A little background: Sarah and I are music majors. This requires us to spend copious amounts of time in practice rooms, practicing our pieces with a diligence that can only come from the musically elite. So, basically, I knew she where and when she was going to be practicing-- and this made things extremely easy for me. The whole plan was going to work out perfectly.

I awoke at 7am, left the dorm at 7:45ish, and started walking to the nearest supermarket, where, as advertised, a huge assortment of fresh cut blossoms displayed their fineries to the world, in hopes of being selected and placed in the arms of a dazzling young lady. This was exactly what I intended to do. After a good 10 minutes of perusing the fare, I had my fancy on a lovely little number called "rosas rosadas". Pink roses. 12 of them. Hooah. Sold.

I really can't really remember the walk back to school, because of 1) my excitement, and 2) because I was busy rehearsing my lines and repeatedly replaying the entire coming scene in my head. Hey, I'm a dedicated man when it comes to these things. Everything has to be perfect.

I got back to Moody around 8:15, and scurried up to Doane 3 with a touch of franticness. This was the trickiest part of the whole business. My greatest fear was that Sarah would either be arriving just as I was, or was in the halls and would see me. Luckily, neither happened. In fact, she wasn't even there yet! This was perfect, I could take my time with everything. No rush.

Within 10 minutes or so, I heard that ever-so-delightful voice come a-lilting through the air. She was chatting it up with someone, and within a few more moments she had unlocked the door and was safely in the nest of room 301, her favorite practice room. I gave her a few minutes to get settled...

Apparently, I couldn't stand it for very long, because I heard the curtain rise, and...oh! There's my cue. Time for the show to begin.

(I find it better to share what happened next in a somewhat movie-script-like format)

Aidan walks to practice room, in which Sarah Liv Skaarland sits, unexpectadly, playing the piano. He holds the bouquet in his left hand, and leans forward, against the wall, looking through the doors tiny window.
[Knock knock knock]
[Door opens]


"Aidan! Hi! How are you?"
[Aidan hangs his head, rubs his eyes with his right hand, and pinches the bridge of his nose]
"I'm good. Yeah."
"Are you okay? [insert worried look] Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. Something happened. Uh... did you see what was outside the door here?"
"No...?"
"I think there's something out here for you..."
[Aidan turns, grasps the bouquet in both hands, his back to Sarah. Slowly turning to her, he reveals what is in his hands]


And cut. Yeah, pretty short little dramatic denouement, but still. Everything went exactly as planned. She gasped, hugged me, gasped again, told me how sweet I was, gasped, told me I was wonderful.... etcetera  etcetera. Unfortunately, she also came out of the practice room, and locked the keys inside. Whoops. I offered to hold the flowers for her, so she could go and get public safety and get the room reopened. Oh no. "I will hold these." She brusquely told me, and then with a "I'll be back soon!" she traipsed away, with the bouquet nestled gently in her arms. I went and practiced piano, and a half an hour later, she returned. The flowers were in vases in her room, and she her practice room was reopened. Now that the scene had ended, the aftershock of her surprise had set in.

"Well now I don't feel like practicing at all! What do you want to do?" she said
"Coffee?" I said.
"Sure!"

The events following were generally scattered throughout the day. We went to Starbucks, got coffee, and sat in the window, and talked till chapel. While we talked, Sarah proceeded to write about what had happened on Twitter, and then change every background on her phone and ipod to a picture of the blossoms in the vases in her room. That was a proud moment for me. This whole plan was as great a joy to me as it was to her. Though I think she can argue at having the better time of it.

After chapel, we parted ways, and went to our classes. During that time till band, when we would next meet, I was told by one of her girlfriends how special what I had done was, and how I had "scored some serious points". Aahhh. I love it. I am flipping awesome. What also happened, which I was unaware of at the time, was that Sarah, so flustered and-- if I may be so bold as to put it this way-- twitterpated, at the whole event, didn't exactly pay ample attention in class, and as a result, wasn't quite in the exact knowledge of the information needed for a certain amount of questions on the forthcoming exam.

Hooah. I didn't think my charm could do that...Hm. I could get used to this.

There you have it, folks. A little tale of how I swooped in, swept the fair damsel off her feet, and made the day just a little bit brighter for the both of us. Is there pride? Oh yes. Is there more of a throb in our hearts? I sure hope so. Lady's and gents, watch out. Moody's cutest couple has now been engulfed in a new wave of infatuation.


Hooah.