Eventful Week

Yesterday I had my first work event since I started working there. It's the graduation dinner for the med students. They call it Match Day because when when a med student graduates they pick ten hospitals or schools or whatever it is they want to do an internship or a residency? This is the day they find out what institution they got matched with. Yeah. Sorry. I didn't explain that very well.

So we have a dinner for them and present them with a diploma frame and a little name plate that they can affix onto their stethoscopes. It was fun-ish. As far as work dinners go where you are working. Out of all those doctors in the room, only one boy was worth swooning over all night. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a metallic pumpkin colored tie. I called him the orange-tie-guy. The other note worthy thing was there was another event happening down the hall where Calvin Trillin was speaking. Guess who was attending? Sandra Day O'Connor. I ended up peeing in the bathroom stall next to her while some woman at the sinks talked about a speech she gave the week before and how much she liked it. Let the woman pee!

Today at work my boss voluteered me to work this memorial that our office put on to honor Dr. Norman Shumway. He worked at Stanford for over 50 years and was the doctor who pioneered heart transplant surgery. I volunteered as an usher and was assigned to keep people from sitting in the balcony of Memorial Church. Then I sat thru the service and listened to six of his contemporaries talk about Dr. Shumway. Everyone who spoke talked about Shumway's sense of humor and how, even tho he invented the heart transplant that, he never put on airs, hogged the media or thought he was better than anyone. He always chose people to intern under him who were better than he was. He sounded like a great man and it was an honor to be at his service. No cute men.

This past year for Christmas my uncle Bar handed out little airline sized bottles of vodka and gin. At the time I was like, what the hey? But tonight while I was digging dinner fixin's out of the fridge, little pony sized Hansen's tonic waters caught my eye and I thought, a vodka tonic would be good right now. I had tonic, I knew I had a lime but did I have vodka? I opened the freezer and on the door were two of those airline bottles! I said out loud: thank you uncle Bar! And mixed myself a drink.