I was mostly right

And I was right. Sort of.

Miranda did go through with our evening out for New Year's. She was lovely (though she unexpectedly had one of those chain tattoos on her arm, readily visible with the strapless gown she was wearing), dinner was excellent, the theatre production was surprising and great, and I am quite sure I'll never see her again.

Her cats were very nice.

We had a chaste kiss at midnight, we divided up leftovers when we got back to her house, and I came home to be sniffed by my own cats.

I feel quite sad.