The small dinner party ended up smaller than expected, but it went swimmingly. The only slight disappointment was some aged butter, which prevented my wild mushroom sauce from being sublime. It was merely very good, but Julius' complexly-flavoured Portugeuse Steaks (topped with prosciutto), simple salad, and the fresh flute of French bread from Olga's filled my tummy to blissfully contented-sigh level.
The three of us talked the night away, just as I had eagerly wanted. Julius seemed as delighted by
doctorellisdee as I was. I love watching my lover engaged with something new, even if it's just a person he's not seen in awhile. The Doctor himself was much chiller and more accessible than I'd last seen him. I think The Experiment is doing him a world of good: opening him up, making him more focused, helping him find a path.
'Twas weird answering questions about my own path, though. I found myself repeating the last "good" answers I had. I think the ideas are still pretty interesting, but I haven't been focused on them much. My immediate goal has been Waking Up, and I've been doing really well at it.
I getta gotto a rave Sattiday. If that don't Wake Me, nuthin' will.
I love having a clean house. I want more people to come and enjoy it. Time to pick a January weekend for Games Night, I do think. And invite my cousins over for some long-overdue Playtime With Ponies.