My liver probably doesn't ever say TGIF

Goodness, my friday daytime was a whirlwind of labwork. I went out to lunch with my lab, which was really a high point--we (so far) all get along quite swimmingly. I finally managed to complete this growth media I've been working on for a couple weeks. It was one of those projects that require making lots of ingredients from ingredients from ingredients, which makes it look like you could whip up a batch in a day when in fact you've got many long days of reagent making ahead.

Anyway.

I roped Sharon and Sarah into pouring my petri plates for me while I frantically finished up mixing things, and then we were off in the cars with Roger and Andy, headed for The Great Dane, for a recruitmen weekend appreciation dinner for all those who helped with the recruitment season.

"Open Bar Dude!!!" yelled Rhett over the cell phone. And that pretty much sums it up.

What DO you do when you find yourself in front of a well-stocked and well-staffed bar and everything is free? Drink yourself silly, that's what. My drinks for the evening were as follows:

1)Vanilla Stoli and Orange Juice (at the recommendation of Jonah (micro Jonah, not highschool Jonah)--this drink tasted like a dreamsicle!)
2)Midori Sour (at the past recommendation of Cheryl, the post doc I lived with for part of my original hawaii adventure)
-->this drink was by far the most delicious drink I think I've ever had. Maybe girly, but really, who cares?
3)lemon drop shot
4)prarie fire shot (DELICIOUS!!! tequila and tabasco sauce are gooooood!)
5)random beer with Roger and Rhett and Jeremy
6)random shot I can't remember
7) Malibu and Pineapple with my dear personal bartender Andy

at this point, I was really quite done for the evening. Happy, but not plastered. . . and then came the Goldschlager (sp?) shot. Yes, the cinammonny golden-flecked drink was tasty, but it did me in and did me in again. That's the trouble with shots--they sneak up on you. You think you're just fine, and then you realize no, you really are not. And Goldschalger is a strong drink indeed.

But I wasn't badly done in, just silly silly silly. And back to my usual "let's hug everyone!" mentality. But fortunately, a great percentage of the people there were also of the same level of drunkery. I still think it's amazing when you realize how many fine and dynamic minds there are at a microbiology gathering, and then to have them all drinking and being merry? Just lovely!

The rest of the evening followed with transporting a VERY happy Jeremy and also a Roger home, and then driving off to the Cardinal with Andy, Sarah, and Eric for 80's night. I am continually impressed at my ablility to be thoroughly sloshed but still dance maybe even better than I do sober (except for turns). I even perfected some dips!!

After becoming thoroughly tired out, Eric drove us back to Sarah's house, and Andy, Eric, Sarah, and myself took a midnight hike through the nearby park/mountainbike trail. It was sooo lovely and creepy and calm out there! I miss the woods sometimes--given that my house in WV is somewhat surrounded by them. Although I must admit that woods scare me a little, just in equal measure to how lovely I find them. Eventually we found our way back home and I was declared not legal for driving, and therefore I slept over at Sarah's. SLEEP OVER!!!! YAY!!!

We got to have one of those long late-night chats that go on far longer than they should and involve girlish giggling.

What continues to amaze me is that people think I am cool. I'm still finding it hard to convince myself that I'm something other than too pale, too weird, too curvy, too much of too many things that I think should make me uncool. Like my utter lack of memory of american history and government, and my tendency to watch music videos for hours for fun. But I know that these things can be cool. I think the trouble I have is that I keep thinking that being cool should come with all sorts of benefits like guys throwing themselves at you (mainly that one), and being invited to tons of things and. .. well ok, I do get invited to stuff and I do have grand friends and at least the guys on Okcupid.com are always throwin' lines my way. So I guess I have no argument. And now I'm gonna run away to the Mifflin Block Party. goodbye!