Some of RDC's colleagues were in town today. I missed the one visiting family in town who came over for lunch (though RDC relayed to me her admiration of house and bird) but not the two for dinner. One I hadn't met before but the other is a long-standing favorite. I got caught in the rain on the way home from work, and after greetings called through the front door and then another through the side window--"I'll wait to hug you until you're dry"--he went back on that good plan and squeezed me as I passed through the kitchen.
I dressed more up for dinner than the weather or occasion called for, but I wanted RDC to see me all gussied up as I was last Saturday night. This huggingest colleague, always ready with a compliment, also appreciated it.
I like other huggers and am so glad RDC understands the difference between affection and flirting. Kenny had said that, if he was counting, the goodbye hug might have been the fourth one I'd adminstered to him that evening. I don't think he minded. I hope he didn't mind. Anyway, we four had a lovely dinner and conversation at Parallel 17. When Chat asked about my bike commute, he mentioned he was trying to sell his motorcycle because he was weary of attending funerals; and I was able to produce some statistics gleaned while proofreading the magazine about fatality rates and helmet use. I felt like Shelley in The Luckiest Girl when she realized she actually was using the biology she'd struggled to learn (for cooking, of course; the book's from the '50s).
When the colleagues dropped us off, I walked over to show the final ensemble to the What Not to Wear collective, and RDC came with me. I found Maven and Soccer at AEK's house--I hadn't seen AEK's invitation from earlier today for pizza and beer in the evening. AEK had seen the shoes but not the whole shebang, and the other two hadn't even seen the shoes. But they approved retroactively, so that was fun. They were watching "Princess Bride," and RDC asked after a bit, "Isn't this that movie you like?" I told him, just because it fit at the time, that he had six fingers on his right hand, and someone was looking for him.