Dinner at 11?

Just returned from a lovely evening out with some of my colleagues. We met at 10pm and wandered down to a local pizzeria. Sat and ate pizza, drank wine and talked shop. Lovely. We also talked politics and I realised just how little I really know, and how uninformed my opinions are. I like talking politics but I hate disagreeing with people (and I do try to avoid that 'if you'd been there when I was there' crap).

Sometimes I find myself defending positions I don't fully agree with, just because I don't fully agree with the other side. I try to find a balance when, often, there isn't a balance. One of the joys (and problems) of being a libran is that you can always see the other person's point of view - this often makes it difficult to maintain your own beliefs which in turn can lead people to believe that you don't hold firm opinions.

I do have firm opinions, it's just that I don't believe in forcing them down another's throat (just for the satisfaction of being acknowledged as right). Thankfully that didn't happen tonight and although we didn't agree on things (the war in Iraq, the reasons for binge drinking in the UK) we did have a healthy debate. It's been a long time since that happened and I really enjoyed it.

BTW the pizza was delicious, the Argentinean white wine was perfect and the brownie was just the desert we needed. Strolled home through the chilly night air. BsAs is still busy at 3am but it's time for me to sleep.