elfs | Fifty. Fifty? You're too hot to be fifty.

The evening, Omaha and I had arranged to have Lisa watch over Kouryou-chan while she and I went out and celebrated with our beloved friend

desiraes at her fiftieth birthday. That was, to be frightfully honest, a bit stunning. Desirae has always been hot and sexy; she still is. She is not fifty.

I've always had mixed feelings about Desirae. I cant figure out if she's more complicated than she seems, or if I'm just too complicated to figure her out. I've always been inexplicably drawn into her orbit, only to wonder why the chemistry there feels so darned confused.

But we had a wonderful time. Tried out some lovely cider, and found some fabu Seastack cheese from the Mt. Townsend Creamery, which is over on the Washington Peninsula ("No man is an island, but I have a great peninsula!"), and watched the modern Bond Casino Royale. Hung out with their very cool friends, and had a very grown-up evening. There was even alcohol involved.

She's still one of my favorite cougars. Now if only I had time... and a clue or two.