Spring barfs on my heart

One of my very bestest dear old friends came to visit the other week. He was stopping through Brooklyn on his way to his motherland of ice. It was really great to see him. And kind of cathartic, as I was finally able to hear the story of his tumultous past couple years that included lawsuits, embezzlement and a newfound passion for playing drums. I felt like we hadn't really talked or caught up in a really long time so it was good.

We acted silly all over town and enjoyed the Brooklyn botanic garden's cherry blossom festival among other things, like eating 5 burritos in 3 days and getting lost and staying out all night...


(We weren't nearly as bored as it appears. It's called selective editing, people)

After his departure it was back to business as usual. I have 6 weeks left of my junior year of school and while i'm doing well in the classroom, i'm unfortunately trapped at a pretty lackluster hospital situation where my training isn't really being put to use in the real world. All i've done in the past 2 weeks basically is help lift a 500 pound woman from stretcher to bed, learn how to prepare a barium enema bag and (today) try not to puke as one of the techs x-rayed a postmortem stillborn baby. It looked like a skinned kitten. Good times...

On top of that, I had to fight my way through what I think was a mild case of food poisoning the other day. I chose to eat some clearly undercooked chicken of my own making and proceeded to make the bathroom my home for the next 12 hours. Trying to work in the hospital like that was a nightmare!

*Sigh* I need to escape. I wish I was a drug addict. But noooOOOoooo, instead i'm fleeing to Jersey tomorrow for the weekend. I'll enjoy a potluck with Kuau, his wife and her nerdy med-school friends, play some Wii and maybe take a dip in the pool. Eeeexcellent!, (said in a Mr. Burns fashion of course)

I'm also planning some festivities for my big return home at the end of July. Last year I put together a "Beer'lympics" of sorts, where about 60 of my close, personal friends gathered at a big beautiful park in the Berkeley hills and spent all day playing drinking games in teams. We kept score and had big mugs painted gold, silver and bronze for the winners. It was glorious. I'm trying to recreate this from long distance with the help of my ex-girlfriend. I have a problem, well, not a problem but a tendancy to imagine everyone that I know back home as a member of my big extended family. It's comforting.

Even if they don't all feel the same way about each other. It's always been that way for me, like I don't know what I'd do without them. It sucks when I can't get people excited or organized about what I personally think would be a really fun event and a way for us all to reconnect....but i'm trying my best. I've got some good responses so far. Who could turn down a Beerlympics?!? You'd have to have a heart of steel...and balls of glass!

*Double sigh* I have some other moth clogs in my gut throne but those concerns will have to go onto my other super secret blog that even LESS people know about than this one :) Nah, actually, I think i'll just let them fester into a black ball of anger and confusion until juUUUuuust the right amount of booze pulls it out of me one day...

*Ahem* but on another note!....here's what I made for dinner!

Trader Joe's turkey burgers!


On white bread from 7-11!


With thick, green plant juice that looks like swamp scoopings!


Mmm-Mmm, Gross!!