WRS

Back for the first couple of years of this blog I spoke often of my best friend, the WRS (World Renowned Scientist).

Old WRS reference posts are here, here, here and here.  A few posts among many.

I haven't so much lately because 1) we don't talk nearly as much as we used to, and 2) I don't blog nearly as much as I used to.  The last time I laid eyes on the guy was nearly 6 years ago when I went to Scotland, he drove up to show me around.  A good time was had by all.

Anyway, he has flown into Baltimore for a conference and J and I picked him up from the airport on Saturday and took him to dinner before dumping him off at his hotel in Baltimore.  I took him cookies (it was the only constructive thing I could think of to do).  At our ages though, changes happen and we nearly didn't recognize each other -  my arse has gotten much larger, his hair has gotten much thinner - but when he smirked at me I recognized that alright.

(Yes Jess, I told him you said HIIIIIIIIIIIIII... and he said HIIIIIIIIIIII back.)

I gotta tell ya people, it was an odd dinner, but everyone seemed to get along okay.  He and J even seemed to have nice dinner conversation about growing kidneys from scratch.  Although when I got my country fried steak that I had ordered for dinner, he was appalled and said it looked like something the Scottish would cook up.