We should go dancing. Or learn to cure our own bacon. Or find a good trivia night. Or make a serious study of "which Malbec goes best with a night of Dominion."
I don't think we're here long enough to deny ourselves love, comfort, steak, challenges and good company. To that end, I own far too many kitchen toys, spend a lot of time in the desert and on netflix, and tend to be dating 2 or 3 lovely people at a time. I'm lucky to have Outré_Octopus, and snarkygrrl join me in the silliness that is my life.
Bonus points: I was raised by wolves in a near-literal sense.