Grounded "Wrecklessly romantic," said Carlos. It's such an apt phrase for me. I almost ditched the party I instigated (at Carlos' place) to fly up to San Francisco to see her. My fondest wish for tonight was to kiss her at midnight, but indecision and fear beat out my heart's desire. That or I finally found pragmatism. Gah. I wish I followed my first instinct and flew up. Oh well, I'll try not to dwell on it and just get magnificently hammered tonight.