Matilda and her beau have come back up from their nap in the Garden Apartment.

I made them a lovely, rich, nourishing, soul-warming soup from the Thanksgiving stock and turkey pot roast leftovers.

Storm continues to roll in on tumultuous waves, so I've switched to hot cider with cognac and a few small Lavender/Lemon shortbread cookies.

Went to the gay bars here, which were hopping. Picked up a sweet older man who shared my love of Heated Rivalry and his husband, went to a different bar, was v amused by all the boys, came home and it’s not yet 8pm. Poor planning on my part—I’ve had a drink and now want to go to sleep.

First choice Chinese restaurant told us there would be a long wait for food, I think they had a private event monopolizing the kitchen, so we went to plan B - an Indian restaurant that had an offering on Too Good To Go so I was pretty sure it was open. Really good food, nice to add that to the pool of eateries near mom&dad.

If I don’t watch Heated Rivalry tonight I’ll be taunted by everyone’s reactions all day at work tomorrow. I don’t think I have to stay up that late to do it, though. Already looking forward to rewatching in binge mode