One of Joel's exams on Thursday was postponed due to snow (have I talked about this?) which dampered all of Friday night's celebrations because how can you celebrate being done when you aren't done? That didn't prevent us from going to that really skeevy bar with the floor covered in peanut shells but where you (contrarily) aren't allowed to throw peanut shells.
Aren't, Grayson.
Whatever. No one listens re: the peanuts, and I think the servers are just contractually obliged to say Don't throw the shells whenever they see you throwing the shells, but nothing says they have to reinforce that rule.
What were we talking about originally? Joel's exam. They moved it to tonight so this morning he had to go to his first day of a new rotation and then go take the exam for the last rotation. Worst, right? But in honor of him being actually done the Big Three Rotations (Pediatrics, Surgery, Internal Medicine) tonight, and in honor of my first draft being out of my sticky fingers, we'll be having some very expensive beers.
Envy us.
5 comments:
I didn't know Joel was a Dr. Joel (or an almost-Dr. Joel)! How very, very awesome.
Congrats on the draft, congrats on the rotations, and congrats on the beer. But not really, 'cause beer is gross.
I do.
I think.
You're that much closer to being Anne and Gilbert! Congratulations!
Hurray for you guys! Hang in there!
Luv Mum
yippee! congratulations brother!
and raych, you are totally classing up the place in your pearls. love you!
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