dazed and content

Really enjoyable dinner party this evening at a climbing buddy's house. Her favorite sister and her boyfriend were visiting from Tampa, so she threw a little soiree in their honor. He's a retired airline pilot, and at the end of the evening came out with some pretty funny stories about being caught, unbeknownst to him at least at first, in the middle of "swinger" functions, with the emphasis on "function." Another friend of the hostess's also related a tale of having wound up in a Thai restaurant in Ballard just as a group of swingers took over the place for one of their..."dos." Hmm. Both men professed to have known nothing about these affairs beforehand, and seemed genuinely bemused by them, but one does wonder...
Several of us brought wine for dinner, and they all turned out to be malbecs. It was a very good dinner, with very good company. A few of us stayed a bit past the big migration of guests around 10:30 and had a few more rounds of conversation.
One mutual friend there told me he's never read Moby Dick. Think I'll get him a copy for a belated birthday present. After all, he did give me the Mother Theresa breath spray on my birthday...