I craved a hamburger today.

I do sometimes, even though I don't eat red meat as a general rule. A real hamburger too, with real meat and toppings and having to practically dislocate my jaw to fit it in my mouth. Good thing walkingshadow lives to serve.

We had dinner at Cheeburger Cheeburger on Las Olas. Fabulous food, even more praise-worthy company. I showed her lip glosses, she was appropriately amused by Justin's vanillaness and made all the right noises of appreciation for Blue Raspberry-flavored Lance. I could just cuddle her for knowing me so well.

Instead, we had milkshakes and played a couple rounds of Trivial Pursuit (that's all the cards they give each table). I like our system much better - we're pretty good with the random knowledge (guessing too, lets be fair) but sometimes, you just get something on the tip of your brain and need a little prodding. Or we'll get a sports question and play charades to get the names. Which is what we do until we score perfect sixes on all the cards. It's much more fun this way, and everyone's a winner!

The pathetic rounds of pool that followed are better left forgotten. Let them dissolve away into the same ether that cigarette smoke does and lets hope it's less caustic to the ozone layer.

Apparently, I have an OTP. I didn't know this until I began to accost her with my usual once-a-month influx of new pictures. But just this adorable picture of Joey with his arm around Lance and they're both smiling huge and wearing regular just-rolled-out-of-bed boywear and looking artfully tousled and happy and I squealed "OTP!" before I even realized what I was typing. The pairing itself surprised no one, but it's been a rollercoaster of a ride in this non-built-in-OTP of a fandom, which was completely new to me.