Sucks to your driving skills, Madison WI!!!

Last night was very nice. I had time to gab with Terra Firma, with neither Orpheus nor TF’s GF present to taint the waters (and both cooking in the kitchen… A great time for both of us). There were vast tracts of time to talk with Mom on the phone. AND I got to see O., as well. There was much waste of gas, but both my cat and my boyfriend are happier for the time that I spent (and didn’t spend,) with them both. Kitty-kitty-2x4 got me while I was asleep (A great time for her, ‘cause I don’t try to force her to snuggle me like she’s a stuffed animal), and Orpheus got me while I was still awake enough to help him start moving. Also, we downed a bottle of wine together that I’d opened only to attempt the recreation of my pork dish from two nights ago. The only smirches on the evening were as follows: 1) The pork didn’t turn out quite as well… It turns out that thick-cut slabs should always be butterflied, as broiling for a couple minutes won’t finish cooking the meat, even if it does a great job of browning. 2) Project Runway judges are either thinking on a whole different plane from what I’m used to, or they’re stupid, arbitrary, crazy fucks who like shite that looks as if somebody took a bedazzler to it. 3) People in Madison, WI are apparently born without the ability to drive like rational beings. Sometimes I just wish I lived in a place where public transportation were truly feasible.