Guy Fawkes What?

Okay, so details.  As I’m sure you’re all aware, Thursday was Guy Fawkes Day (for a bit of history, the G-rated version of the day’s events, and some pictures, check the other blog.)  Tweed had volunteered to have us all over to his house for the festivities.  We met first at our house to make our Guy.  Then we headed over to Tweed’s house for the burning.  We lit a few fireworks (that’s not what I mean, dirty minds; I’m talking actual fireworks.)  I love fireworks so I was busy taking pictures and video of the craziness, but not too bust to make sure to catch Tweed’s eye every now and then.  Then it was time to burn Guy, so we stuck him in a big metal garbage can and torched the poor guy.  As the fire burned down, most people drifted back to the patio and Tweed and I were left together in the near darkness.  By the romantic light of Guy’s smoldering remains, we shared a bit of good conversation.  We were quite near the fire and each other.  Tweed was doing the staring thing that makes me feel like he’s going to kiss me and I was being dutifully coy.  During our conversation, he had thrown a few of the dud fireworks into the garbage can and at one point, one ignited, startling me into Tweed’s waiting arms.  We then decided it would be safer to be on the patio.  The party moved inside and I hung back in the kitchen with Tweed while the rest of the group went to the living room.  We chatted for a while and were then interrupted by everyone else.  The decision was made to return to our house, as no one there was trying to sleep. (Tweed lives at home and his mother is scary sometimes.)  Somehow Tweed and I ended up next to each other on our love seat where there was plenty of room for us to not be touching, but we were.  After a game of charades, the night ended with me walking Tweed to the door and my friends teasing me about our interactions.  I think I can safely say there is some interest there, on both sides.  I’m getting more and more comfortable around him and thus more and more flirtatious.  I hope he knows what he’s gotten himself into.  Poor kid.