Graduation
Another Shutterfly moment from 10 years ago: A good cry! Everyone shed a tear. David left us in Peru to adventure for about two and half years. We were there for a wedding and then a vacation tour. David dropped the bombshell that he would stay on in Peru, travel South America, and find a job maybe in Argentina. He now admits he was equally terrified when he split with us to adventure on his own. After spending years on his own, he surprised everyone by returning on the day of the surprise party. Lisa had graduated and everyone who’d lived through her tribulation was invited by Jules. We actually kept the surprise. But the biggest surprise came just before the party when David appeared at the elevator and hugged everyone. When Lisa saw him for the first time in years, the tears flowed freely. There were not too many dry eyes. I admit we were a little short of tissues.
One more set
We had a birthday party? Well, I actually think that Lila held a party. I think she invited us. I think I paid. Of course, I always sit at the head and the bill arrives on my plate. Anyway, we were in a restaurant and I uploaded pictures to Shutterfly to share. And naturally they forwarded the images again seven years later. I’m impressed. They have some big assed servers holding onto my data. Thanks. Meanwhile my data is on redundant isolated hard drives. Is yours? I wish I could say that I’m organized. But to the extent that I am, I am more organized than most folks. I also hoard. Laughingly, I can hoard on a portable hard drive. That has at least helped the clutter in my house.
Happy
This is for Ginny. It was her going away party. Retirement? Nah? Don? He’s a good sport. He does some weird shit?! In this case he was setup by the OR nurses who dressed him in a fake butt and sock filled jock strap. Yeah! You can’t make this shit up. Surprise?! Yup! She was! The photo is priceless and the expression barely recorded. I didn’t know what was coming. So, credit me for not dropping the camera and recording an image or two. There was a group of high school soccer girls in the next room who rapidly departed.
Why today? She’s been asking me to post people. It’s her birthday. She’s old! Really really old. Happy!
Thanksgiving Party
It’s a holiday party. They named it thanksgiving as a matter of thanks. Not Christmas, it would have been religious and not PC. And it was masked – Mardi Gras? Not Halloween. Actually Filipinos do celebrate Thanksgiving. It was all confusing and misleading. There was another great cultural mystery to ponder. George and I were the mainstays of the surgeons who attended last year and this. Another one or two came. The remainder of the staff is mainly Filipino and they like to party. I guess I do too. My OR nurses Jen and C2 (sorry I can’t spell her name) are pictured. The rabbit ears, hmmm, maybe a little Easter? Yes, my day job includes brain surgery…
A final group shot – everyone had a splendid time. Prizes and games and food and drink and dessert – and this year I kept my pants. No new year’s party was officially planned.
Looking Down
Here’s a party view I don’t often get to see. I was descending on the escalator overlooking Starbucks. A birthday party? Yes, I think so. Cellphone’s the recording device. I was to far away to hear any singing. Happy…happy.
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