Another Saturday Night

On Saturday night, my betrothed and I had dinner at our friend Juliette's apartment. Juliette is a wonderful woman we met at our former place of employment. Even before M and I began our courtship (though it can be debated that we've been courting since the moment we met), Juliette believed we were destined to be together. M and Juliette's desks use to be very close to one another and every time I came anywhere within their vicinity, Juliette would say things like "Doesn't she look beautiful?" and "Why don't you ask her out already?" When we finally did get together and spilled the news to Juliette, she cried. She was one of the first people we called when we got engaged and to put things even more in perspective -- she keeps a framed photo of us on her nightstand. She loves us and we love her.
So on Saturday night, instead of doing what most 25 year olds do (whatever that is, we don't do it), we went to Juliette's to dine with her and her brilliant 24 year old daughter, who is on winter break from her phd program.
Juliette made the most delicious dinner and kept the wine a-flowin.
For the main course she made porcini ravioli with a sage butter sauce. She brought me into the kitchen to show me how to make the sauce and saute the sage leaves just right so that I could replicate this easy but gourmet recipe on my own. It really was tasty and I think even I could cook this one up. We had a delicious salad with pine nuts and other goodies following the pasta; it was very European of us because that's how we roll.
Though I kept drinking, my wine glass seemed to stay full all night, even at dessert when Juliette opened a special dessert wine - she really knows how to entertain.
I had brought along a chocolate pudding pie, which was quite tasty though not very attractive (note to self: apply decorative whipped cream at the very last minute or creamy mudslide will ensue and embarrass you in front of hosts).
After dinner, we sat and watched old vhs tapes of Juliette and her late husband singing - both of them trained as opera singers.
It was a great night but when we got home I felt like boohonkey, realizing that I had probably had 6 or so glasses of wine. I started to feel really bad about myself that I suck at drinking but then I thought, ya know, it's really not the worst thing, wouldn't it be crappier if I was totally awesome at drinking? It's a debate for another blog.