Guess who's a doctor?

Yep, that'd be me...
Last week was graduation week. I went down early to see some friends and do some WV stuff (climbing, hiking). I miss WV; this time of year is sooo beautiful there. We stayed at The Greenbrier (Alvis got us the hook up)-- all my family was there (minus my, ahem, responsible, studious brother...) including all of The Duncan's. And my Aunt and Uncle bumped up their 40th anniversary celebration to coincide with my graduation. All in all, it was a nice week, but strangely exhausting. As difficult as this is to believe, I really hate being the center of attention.
Ok, I like attention, but I don't like being at the center of it. It was a similar feeling to that of my wedding, when I wanted everyone to stop looking at me. Not that anybody was like, freakishly staring at me, but it was the same sensation-- everyone was there for me (which was wonderful) but I didn't relax a whole lot that weekend. But I was more than honored that everyone made it to WV for graduation (it's a loooong drive vs. an expensive plane ride--- kind of a lot to ask of people). It was a snooty old time at the Greenbrier-- I think it was a fitting first weekend as a doctor...

Kellan gets married

So Kellan finally found the perfect girl for him, and we were pleased to be a part of their wedding. Alvis was a groomsman so we headed for the Deep South of Birmingham, Alabama. Which, by the way, was a pretty cool town-- I'm a fan. Although, southern food, sweet tea, and old money has always appealed to me...
The festivities were beautiful and impressive-- a mere 450 of their closest friends came by for the occasion. I don't think I know 450 people.
We both thought Becky was really sweet, from the little we got to see her-- and she looked gorgeous on the big day. I'm so glad Kellan found someone to share the rest of his life with. However, I don't think we will be heading back down there anytime soon. On our way back home we had three layovers and an emergency refuel in Baltimore. So, for future reference, you must live in an easily accessible city for us to visit you--minimum of one layover...FYI

Orange and Blue

These are the colors we bleed...just ask my phlebotomist. I decided to celebrate these colors at--what else--the Orange and Blue Game. (I'll save you the suspense...we won...) This Saturday I met my brother and sister in Gainesville for some fun in The Swamp, and had a great time.


A little tailgating here, and a little Tebow watching there, it rounded out to be another great Saturday.


Although, sadly, this one was spent sans spouse who couldn't come down from NYC. Since he couldn't come down I got him tickets to the Knicks vs. Hawks for Friday night. Prepare for some backstory: We are members of The Gotham Gators (the Gator club in NYC) with whom we get together to watch football/basketball games. The club has over 200 people, and during the season we get together at The Gin Mill every Saturday for some football watching and comaraderie--we get drink specials and do all the cheers--next best thing to being at The Swamp. Joakim Noah even showed up for the first game of last season--so fun...Okay, flash forward again...So The Gotham Gators blocked off a ton of seats for this Knicks vs. Hawks game and gave out rowdy reptile t-shirts--point being to see David Lee against Al Horford, including a meet-and-greet after the game. So he may not have made it down to The Swamp, but he did experience some gator fun. Lets face it...you can never have too much gator fun.

"We always have the best Saturdays"

Ever since moving to the city, we've said it a million times. We both work really hard, and life can get stressful, so we take advantage of any spare time we have together. This weekend we decided to check out the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C. It was peak bloom, and we have always wanted to see them in all their splendor.

We booked a beautiful hotel within walking distance to everything and got in late Friday night. We heard it was supposed to rain all day Saturday, but we woke up to bright blue skies and warm (60 degrees) weather. So after a delicious breakfast we were off to see the majestic gift bestowed upon our nation's capital by the Japanese. As we approached the Tidal Basin, we were truly taken aback by the exquisite foliage. The pinks and whites were incredible-- I could have stayed under those trees for days...but we opted for lunch.After lunch we walked down to Georgetown for some shopping and exploring- we are now big fans of G-town, we'll just add that one to the list... Later, it was off to dinner. One of Alvis's members owns a few restaurants, one of which is in D.C., so we checked it out-- delish. But of course we aren't satisfied by just a measly meal with appetizers, drinks, and main course. We then advanced on to another culinary delight to further stuff our faces with dessert fondue. We really need to stop binge eating whenever we leave our zip code... We went off to sleep that night with bloated bellies and images of Japanese flora dancing in our heads, once again affirming our long touted phrase about our Saturdays.




Don't ask why I always find this pose irresistible...

Matchy Matchy

So today was "The Match". For those of you who are not familiar with this exhausting process of applying for residency, The Match is the day you find out where you got into residency. We all submit our "lists" of desired programs, and the programs submit their "lists" of desired applicants at the end of February after a long application and interview process. Then we sit and wait while the algorithm matches you up with your best program...the algorithm takes 6 minutes, but of course we have to wait 3 1/2 weeks for the knowledge of our fate. Needless to say, this is a stressful process. Programs are not allowed to tell you how they will rank you and most programs tend to be tight lipped on where you stand with them. And there is always the horrifying possibility of not matching and then entering the Scramble...which I won't even go into... So it can be pretty nerve-wracking. But anyways, I Matched! Woo hoo! I am going to start my residency this summer at New York Methodist Hospital in Emergency Medicine. I love this program so much, and can't wait to become a part of their team. I am really so excited, I can't believe how great everything has worked out. Alvis and I will be New Yorkers for at least 3 more years... We will have to move, and to tell you the truth we are really excited. We are going to upgrade to a bigger place, and we have so much more time to really look and get everything (or as close to it as possible) we want in an apartment. We will move further downtown to be closer to the hospital...either SoHo, Chelsea, The Village...not sure yet. But we will miss our neighborhood--nothing beats it. But with two salaries instead of one, at least we can get an apartment with bigger closets...

Gotham VIPs

You know those really cool people who get to butt in front of everybody in line at clubs and bars with phrases like "I'm on the list" or "here's a fifty"...? Well, this past weekend I enjoyed being one of those very important people. A friend of ours knows a guy-- as it happens, a fairly Big Time guy. He owns a talent management company and invited our friend (plus guests--that's us...) to a taping of "Live at Gotham" for Comedy Central. When we showed up there was a terribly long line (in the cold outdoors)--uggh. But wait--we followed our friend right up to the front (avoiding the hatred in the eyes of all the other line-waiters) as he told the stern-looking bouncer with his clip board and headphones "I know so and so Mr. Big Time guy, and I'm on the list" and our friend's girlfriend, Alvis, and I followed with "um, we're with him...". The guy begrudgingly ushered us in and sat us at a table very near the stage-- we could definitely see nose hairs from our vantage point. We were excited--so close yet not right in front of the stage--important, because I hate when comics pick you out and start making fun of you the second they are at a loss for material (I have iron clad social fears). Soon began the crowd warm up where they prepared us for the taping. We actually had to practice laughing and clapping for them...like seals or something. But the drinks were good, and so were most of the jokes. By the end of the night, I had laughed and clapped so much that my face hurt. But I was so aware of the cameras in my face, I had to keep smiling--even if they were joking about the poor guy's haircut at the front table (well, okay, that guy's hair was pretty bad). We had a lot of laughs, whether real or slightly forced, and come Friday after Labor Day, you might just see our exhausted smiling VIP faces on TV...

A Bean-town B'day

Well, my husband is officially old. We recently celebrated the passing of his third decade in life--and sorrowfully said goodbye to his twenties...So, the big 3-0 is kind of a big deal. I wanted to make sure it was special--then I realized that going out in NYC with our friends would basically be just like every other weekend we spend here. So, I surprised him with a trip to Boston for his "Super Birthday Spectacular Weekend" (this is what we had to call it- all weekend). We took the Chinatown bus (a brilliant mode of transportation...$15 each way) which on any other day would have been great--but we ended up driving through the blizzard of 08'. It has hardly snowed in NY this whole winter, and the one weekend we need to be on a charter bus with a man who doesn't speak English and drives like a maniac, the Great Nor'Easter descends upon us. I might be slightly over exaggerating this...




So, aside from a few nail biting moments on the way over, we made it to Boston alive. The Super Birthday Spectacular Weekend could officially begin. We stayed in the South End--very trendy we hear (that's really all that matters to us anymore..) in a really beautiful B&B. That night we headed to the pubs. The next morning, in keeping with the spirit of the weekend (all things Alvis) we went off to Fenway Park for a tour. Alvis says it was the last of the Holy Trinity of baseball stadiums (Wrigley, Yankee, and Fenway) he had yet to see. It had snowed so much that we weren't allowed on the field or in the Green Monster, but we still enjoyed ourselves.




Ok, so what goes better with baseball than beer? Well, nothing. So we headed over to the Samuel Adams Brewery. They gave us a tour, showed us the Hops, Barley, blah blah...then we got to the tasting. The beer was fresh and plentiful. They gave us our own glasses (even if they were on the small side) and passed around pitchers of several different types of beers. Not surprisingly, my favorite was the Wheat, while Alvis preferred the Lager. I think Samuel Adams Beer, although already regarded fairly highly in our eyes, won a new place in our hearts...




We ended the day with a Smorgasbord at Legal Seafood. We hadn't had great seafood for a while, and we heard from friends who are natives, that Legal is the best. Alvis went all out and got the surf and turf with steak and shrimp. They messed up his order and brought him steak and lobster. Since he was so excited about the shrimp, he asked them to fix the mistake (nicely...we don't like seafood a la spit) so he got the shrimp as well as the lobster, which by the way, was a 3 1/2 pound lobster--ginormous. We finished the night off with equally large pieces of cake, then rolled home on our enormous bellies. I've been working off that weekend for the past 2 weeks...

Our trip ended with a slightly more successful bus ride back to the city with talks of newfound appreciation for NYC's "snobby little sister" (I read that somewhere...I'm not that obnoxious). Alvis has taken to saying that he loves Boston-- "it's like a small town!"...he may have been in NYC too long...