This is all to the good, except I think we irritated the waitress by not ordering enough drinks: we were, um, mutually distracted and weren't drinking enough to suit the waitress' preferences. I learned something more about growing up in Brittany, and boobirdsfly pointed out some parallels between the way I think about language and the way she thinks about acting. And we made [mostly gentle] fun of goths going to the club next door. We were so distracted by yacking away at each other -- and by, um, the title of this entry -- that we ended up staying there until last call, at which point we wandered our way out and I walked her home. Which wasn't very far away, but took us quite a while to get there. There are a lot of people on the street in Capitol Hill at two in the morning: it was difficult to find quiet, secluded spots (*blush*).
I didn't even realize how late it was; I was so buzzed by the physical contact and chemistry that I was perfectly alert and awake -- until she went inside. On my walk home, I realized just how dark and cold it really was -- and how late.
Today is another beautiful and sunny day. Time to get out and try to wake up a little.