Random Onset of Maturity
I think I'm getting old. Not only am I getting terribly
mushy and sentimental about the Evil Harridan's sprog, but I
thought that it would be a wonderful idea to have some friends
round for dinner - 22SGI gun-nut Stealth Tank and his
Oxford-dwelling girlfriend, Karo.
So, spaghetti bolognese, salad, wine, and softly-lit
conversation. And ice cream to follow. It was fun. It felt kind
of wierd to be so "grown up" with someone I've known for 8-odd
years of pratting around, roleplaying, and eating toast in
random butteries.
But at the same time, we were up to our old tricks - quoting
from Star Wars, plotting to overthrow the world, and generally
leaving our girlfriends faintly bemused. Some things never
change, and for that, I'm glad.
