Last night I went to my new boy's place in Napa. We hung out at his friend's GORGEOUS house (think of the forest in A Midsummer Night's Dream, complete with small waterfall, pond, lights in tall, tall trees, and and absolute zen-like serenity all around.). We had a ton of champagne (it IS Napa), a kick ass dinner (she's a professional chef, private events only), a touch of smoke (the every-now-and-then reminder that I hate the stuff), and some very fun company. By the end of the night, I had felt two women up, tried on a bra, and continued on my path of falling sickeningly for the boy. It really was a great night.
Fast-Forward to needing to wake up and get home in time to go to work (at home). I wish someone up there'd had a high-speed line, cuz I could have just worked from there... but alas... didn't work out that way. So I'm back home, probably only to go back up again tonight... hopefully for a bit tamer of an evening (though that's questionable... it IS Napa ;).