There's a reason people don't go out drinking on Sundays...

Saturday was surprisingly productive and I did learn the basics of Rugby, but was confused thoroughly by a TV next to the one with the South Africa vs. New Zealand Rugby match that was playing this special olympics-style game called "Aussie-rules Football." The erratic play and the fact that it seemed like a lot of the rules were being made up on the field didn't help, but I think it was the monkey humping a coconut on the sideline that really threw me off believing that it was a real sport.

Anyway, Sunday was a little fuzzy as usual but I finally managed to pull myself together and make it over to Mike and Beth's apartment to watch some NCAA Football on Mike's SlingBox... an incredible invention that sends cable from the US over the internet to a computer which is then played through a TV, pure genius. Anyway, a plate of homemade spicy-chicken nachos (thanks Beth!) and a few beers later I headed to Senses to meet up with the elusive Malcolm, who it turned out had been in Hong Kong where, like most people, he was renewing his Visa. That little island is like a geographic loophole for immigration laws. At Senses Malcolm was buying so it was Jack Daniels on the rocks all night... not the best idea when you're a little light on food in the stomach. Fortunately my new friend Kylee took us to the restaurant she manages, 239, and we filled up on an amazing spread of appetizers (the highlights were the stir fried dumplings and the mini-hamburgers with wasabi-dill sauce.) We managed to remain upright until 11:30 and closed the place down, then after a quick stop at Kade Club (the DVD shop) to pick up Season 3 of Arrested Development, Malcolm and I headed to JZ club to listen to some live Jazz and, surprise, surprise, drink more Jack Daniels on the rocks. Needless to say, yesterday was kinda rough and surveying was a real struggle. On the other hand, I did get to go back to my new favorite restaurant near the hospital, a tiny little place that serves DongBei (North-East) cuisine, for lunch and dinner. Off to work soon to tag along with the senior medical advisor and the Chief of Medicine to watch them try to sell a big school on sending all their really sick kids to us exclusively.

Med School update: I sent off two more applications over the weekend, to Temple University School of Medicine in Pennsylvania (where my Grandfather went to med school) and Boston University in... ahh, figure it out on your own.