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My weekend went marvelously well. I had good Thai food Friday evening, and never have I had a more enjoyable surprise. It was blue, and warmed up quickly, and met with prior approval, which makes me happy for the other girl; 'nuff said. *grin*
Saturday, I had a fantastic time at a kinky formal dinner party. The dinner part came first, and was amazing. My compliments to the chef; he's really freakin' good, especially with such a crowd and their various food issues. Kudos also to she who brought the cheeses for the before-dinner noshing. The hostess facilitated sharing of interesting tidbits amongst the guests, which led to some very enthusiastic after-dinner entertainment. I conked out on the party at around 1 AM, but at least I was falling asleep in the livingroom so I didn't feel like I was totally missing out. *grin*
Sunday was, for me, even better than the night before. I saw a whole lot of swing action, from a couple of different vantage points. Speaking of points, I lost a few more. Ahhh, Boston.
Then, there was Monday. It trumped the entire weekend for intensity. Things with he and I are... wow. I don't know what prompted it but we dove way further than either of us have before, and it was scary to both of us at separate times. I spent much of today at work (well, interspersed throughout four or five hours) writing up my impressions and thoughts on it. It was ... I will carry it with me. I'd say we both learned things about each other. Now I wonder if I should let it alone for a bit, or ask him to read what I've written about it when I see him next.
Saturday, I had a fantastic time at a kinky formal dinner party. The dinner part came first, and was amazing. My compliments to the chef; he's really freakin' good, especially with such a crowd and their various food issues. Kudos also to she who brought the cheeses for the before-dinner noshing. The hostess facilitated sharing of interesting tidbits amongst the guests, which led to some very enthusiastic after-dinner entertainment. I conked out on the party at around 1 AM, but at least I was falling asleep in the livingroom so I didn't feel like I was totally missing out. *grin*
Sunday was, for me, even better than the night before. I saw a whole lot of swing action, from a couple of different vantage points. Speaking of points, I lost a few more. Ahhh, Boston.
Then, there was Monday. It trumped the entire weekend for intensity. Things with he and I are... wow. I don't know what prompted it but we dove way further than either of us have before, and it was scary to both of us at separate times. I spent much of today at work (well, interspersed throughout four or five hours) writing up my impressions and thoughts on it. It was ... I will carry it with me. I'd say we both learned things about each other. Now I wonder if I should let it alone for a bit, or ask him to read what I've written about it when I see him next.
