Stellar March 18th style party last night. Beck and I spent the day cooking and cleaning, respectively, and as usual she came through with what could only me termed "mad grub" - 4 different pans of lasagna, picture perfect dinner rolls, ridiculous salads, yummy jello (for the child / partyer in all of us), even some green leafy stuff for the veg-heads which I would know nothing about. I procured some spirits, including some high-class 7 dollar wines, 11 dollar vodka and mixers taboot. And because I had recently learned that Dave and Emmy were coming, friends from our old 'hood in Natick, I grabbed some tropical Pineapple Rum and Sierra Mist Free, a cocktail to die for. And then I jumped on la computadora, did my best DJ Windoze impersonation and made a hilariously eclectic music mix for the night, featuring such seamless transitions as 50 Cent to The Beatles to The Sex Pistols. It is indeed true, I cannot be stopped.
Med school friends Jack and Kate drove all the way out here from Boston to join in the "Survive the Vet Student Party" game, and we effectively secured the couches as an early party strategy, forming a corner of sanctity from the professor and classmate gossip. Lots of Beck's vet friends rolled in, either bleary eyed or wide awake depending whether they were on rotation or Steve, respectively. And people kinda traipsed in and out throughout the evening, but just to have an official attendance sheet (for posterity and crime alibis only): Kate E, Jack, Andrew, Val, Dan, E.B., Courtney, Lori, Suzanne, Sam, Dave, Kate B, Cindy, Steve, Shelly, Theresa, Jen, Emmy, Dave, Caralee, Ali-O, and Nateck, natch. Solid crowd, though Jill, Matt and Ben & Ali-Dub and Matt & Kursten couldn't make it.
Solid conversation, a lot of the typical vet-class gossip and bashing of, well, certain classmates. Par for the course. The non-vet highlights included Jack's story about telling a kid to turn & cough on his pediatric rotation, only the kid neglected to turn. It turns out that the reason you turn is so not to cough in the doctor's, or in this case, Jacks', face. He released and used the opposite hand to wipe his face, a solid move. Kate trumped his story later in the evening with something we'll just call "The Tale of the Well-Hung Gonorrhea Patient" and leave it at that. I'm sure somewhere a HIPAA officer is cringing. We had to bring Kate down a few notches, so we told the time that she misidentified a famous ophthalmologist as "Hitler" in class because she, HA!, was not wearing her glasses. She also raised her hand and yelled "Hitler," which just put a nice theater of the absurd touch on the entire situation. That was a while ago.
I was psyched to see Cindy; she made a big effort to get here after a long day at work. Jason didn't make it but may be in town later this weekend. Dave and Emmy were awesome as always, and I especially loved the way Emmy says "foooouuuummm," aka "foam." Dave (the world's only heart-of-gold lawyer, excluding Sandy Cohen of course) is currently in a civil dispute between a charity organization and some horses, which means either he loses the case and keeps Emmy happy and some children unclothed, or he wins, sleeps on the couch and gives Timmy something for Christmas. Sounds pretty lose lose from my perspective, and Dave sums up his position as "As a fine point, I'm actually for the horses," despite the fact that he is trying to take money away from them. Law remains very confusing; Dave remains awesome. His basketball team also made it to the finals and his Pittsburgh Steelers won the superbowl, so there's a hop in his step these days. Emmy was rock-solid in the comedy department all evening, accusing an entire roomful of people of talking about her cat Dr. Furr by sliding into the room and pointing fingers. Note that some of the people in the room had never even met her cat. Hi-larious. She also called out Dave's falsehood on the relative release dates of Pulp Fiction and the Usual Suspects and claimed that Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" is the saddest song EVER. Then I found out that Emmy likes Patti Smith, which rocks my face. Emmy / Dave: already a 10 out of 10 on the awesomeness level, and Emmy managed to take it up another notch! Incredible, though some think this may set an unrealistic precedent for the expectation of their greatness in the future. As usual, only time will tell.
Jack and Kate were supposed to stay for a late nite guitar jam session but wussed out, a decision for which I will forgive them at some future date, but not now. We got in some cards with Val and Dan before they left, and it turns out Val resembles a card shark in no way whatsoever. On a side note, Andrew and I spent the bulk of the evening defending the relative complexity of the male species (Beck's stance: "It's not that you're simple, it's that you're not complex.") and he also came out with the brilliant line, "If I say anything that makes me seem like a jerk, I'm only kidding," which sounds pretty much like GEICO for social situations to me.
Fun times, clearly. Big party. Highly enjoyed the last couple of nights. Wahoo. We will, of course, keep on keepin' on.
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