I really enjoyed myself this evening but as evenings go, it was utterly strange. Nothing went as I planned expected, except maybe the meat loaf. I made meat loaf from the Harrowsmith Cook Book, but varied it to fit the recipe my mother used to make - and it turned out really good.
So
commodorified and
auriaephiala came over, and
raynedaze came and joined us when the meat loaf was almost but not quite gone. Meanwhile we wanted to watch
Due South but I still haven't found the remote for the DVD player, and the DVD recorder won't work at all. So we spent about an hour collectively combing my apartment and we still didn't find the remote. Where could it have gone? Obviously I no longer have any secrets; just as well I had none in the first place.
Finally deciding that enough was enough, we watched a Due South episode on the beginning of the other side of the DVD - I don't recall its title. About two pickpocketing kids and a prostitute's stolen address book.
Soon after it started, Pat and Sandi came over to give me my birthday present - the
Iron Man movie. (Yay!) ...And they took an interest in my nonfunctional DVD player and walked off with it for examimation and possible repair. Fingers crossed.
By that time I was in a go-with-the-flow sort of surreal Zen mood. Che sera sera.