From there, we took P's truck to the Amphora, which has become a weird Christmas tradition for this branch of the Trainor family, and proceeded to nibble on appetizers while swilling coffee until cipherpunk arrived and we could begin the serious business of ordering & eating Christmas dinner. I'd originally thought of ordering breakfast (because sometimes I like professionals to cook my unfertilized chicken embryos) but I was convinced to try one of their holiday specials. This I did, and it was pretty damn good. The soup of the day was chestnut, which I'd never had before, and the dinner was your bog-standard turkey with sides, and they were both excellent. The Amphora, it does not disappoint! Well, okay, they were out of tiramisu, which made C&P sad, but there were suitable options. Which were also excellent. Lots of good conversation about the Internets, fandom and its subdivisions, and more internets until we headed back to P's where the conversation eventually turned to wacky tales of the intelligence & security communities, to say nothing of the regular military. Good times.
P kicked us both out a little before 1800 since she had to make a not-entirely-symbolic visit to the Manassas data center, on account of she was working today, and I drove home through the rain on 28 and 66, the latter of which was infested with people who apparently had never driven in the rain before. *sigh*
And now, having received glad tidings from my Aunt Pat and passed them on, I think I'm going to run the dishwasher, wash down some meds, and go to bed early in the vain hope of getting my sleep cycle back to something approaching normal.