More please

We live and we die, we laugh and we cry, so that makes it... we eat and throw up? I certainly hope not. I have been to dinner with some amazing conversation, because really, what makes a good dinner (apart from the food), is the conversation. Of course good food helps, a lot. I have eaten so much, but it's ok because that is part of the celebration; the celebration of a brilliant mind. It's a female one too, just in case anybody reading starts having any ideas which go to their well-rubbed ego and to their brain. I will never grumble that I lack the quantity of close friends, because having known quality I go for that. Good food, good conversation, a good friend, a terribly good evening. There was not one stall in the conversation. Which is not surprising, I wasn't expecting any. Now I don't exactly hang out with half-wits, but this, oh dear, this is a sight for sore brains. Brainy people? Not like this one. Yet so human. So laid back, easy going, and still the feisty girl in there. People really do not change, they just develop and their essence becomes even more concentrated. This time round, it's good. Because prodigies develop into genius. They might not be very aware of it, but it's all there. And I'm lucky enough to bask in that glory, permission granted of course. And I want more...