an evening with z

I dropped in on Z tonight. Sadly, Mrs. Z was working.

Three hours later, I made the long 13-foot walk home.

We watched the Tom DeLay indicted Daily Show and the cheeky Kate Winslet dirty-talking Extras, while breaking in the new martini glass/ globe things and eating goat cheese on vintas. Z was also kind enough to dispense his take on the world and my place in it.

In all, not how I anticipated spending my Friday night. But in this case, it was even better.