Half-Schnapped

Well, it was merlot, not schnapps. Oh, and some beer, too. Ah, the art of the drunk blog. Tonight, Weasley and The Guy, now to be known as Olivier, came over to watch the rest of Angels in America (we watched the first half last Monday). The movie was good, and so was the company. Hubby hadn't seen the first half, so he got some stuff that he wanted to do accomplished, and went to bed early. I provided the snacks - tzatziki, baba ghanouj, and hot cheddar and bacon dip, with flatbread, pita, and baguette. I also had a bottle of wine, but Olivier brought a nicer one, so we opened it. Delightful. The three of us crammed onto the futon couch in our basement (sadly, not chilly enough for the fireplace), and I got to be in the middle this time. Very nice. The movie/miniseries was good - sad at times, but brilliant acting. I got teary at one point, but it made me think of my friend Golden Boy, who died of AIDS. Weasley teared up a bit at the end. Meryl Streep is just amazing - is there anything she can't do? Happily, I resisted my entirely inappropriate urge to kiss Olivier. It must've been the wine, right? Though he kissed me goodbye. Also the wine (but he switched to diet coke with lime after a glass, since he was the driver. He's just polite). I think it's that he's so gentlemanly, and I can be such a sucker for chivalry (ahem, Gerhard). An example - I took the dog out when the guys were leaving, and he waited until I was inside, with the door shut, before driving away. Lately, Hubby doesn't even wait until I have my seatbelt buckled before pulling out. Oh well, time to ponder my Thursday Thirteen.