Thursday afternoon involved some heavy rains in Houston and a practice practical in Neurology. The test was a good gauge of how studying was going- I'm not completely clueless, but there is room for improvement. I will say, though, the CNS is a pretty interesting and complicated part of the human body. After the mock test, I decided to unwind by attending the opening for the latest installation at the
Menil. Entitled "Measuring Your Own Grave," the eerie
exhibition features the erotic work of contemporary artist Marlene Dumas. Thanks to my subscription to the Houston Chronicle (getting the paper makes me feel so adult), I read a brief
article about the opening and decided to go.
After months of amicable fragmentation, my study group reunited for a dinner at Joseph's place. We met his lovely sister Kate, ate zesty homemade pizza, and played Apples to Apples (inexplicably, newcomer Kate dominated both rounds!). Then I brought my special ice cream pie concoction out of the freezer only to find that hours at sub-zero temperatures had not thickened the sorry soup. Alas, we slurped down the fruitless dessert (pun!), as my trooper friends donned feigned smiles of approval.
My Rice friend, Sarah, and I met up for dinner on Saturday evening. We tested out Pink's Pizza as part of her restaurant reviewing gig with
My Table. Sarah also writes for the
Examiner, works for
CultureMap, and canvases for the upcoming
census. Busy girl! The pizza was unique and scrumptious but entirely too filling.
Immediately after ingesting copious amounts of pizza and cheesy bread, I waddled next door to PJ's Sports Bar. It was there that Brandi celebrated her 24th birthday to the music of her twin brother's band, the
HoodRatz. Pretty good for a trio of dental school students.
After church I went to Sunday brunch with former Rice roommate Teresa at Empire Cafe. I am a huge fan of the Italian Toast. I am also a huge fan of catching up with Teresa who is enjoying grad school, her cats, her boyfriend Dane, and being outdoorsy as usual. Once the food coma subsided following an afternoon nap, it was time to study study study.
After months of amicable fragmentation, my study group reunited for a dinner at Joseph's place. We met his lovely sister Kate, ate zesty homemade pizza, and played Apples to Apples (inexplicably, newcomer Kate dominated both rounds!). Then I brought my special ice cream pie concoction out of the freezer only to find that hours at sub-zero temperatures had not thickened the sorry soup. Alas, we slurped down the fruitless dessert (pun!), as my trooper friends donned feigned smiles of approval.
My Rice friend, Sarah, and I met up for dinner on Saturday evening. We tested out Pink's Pizza as part of her restaurant reviewing gig with My Table. Sarah also writes for the Examiner, works for CultureMap, and canvases for the upcoming census. Busy girl! The pizza was unique and scrumptious but entirely too filling.
Immediately after ingesting copious amounts of pizza and cheesy bread, I waddled next door to PJ's Sports Bar. It was there that Brandi celebrated her 24th birthday to the music of her twin brother's band, the HoodRatz. Pretty good for a trio of dental school students.
After church I went to Sunday brunch with former Rice roommate Teresa at Empire Cafe. I am a huge fan of the Italian Toast. I am also a huge fan of catching up with Teresa who is enjoying grad school, her cats, her boyfriend Dane, and being outdoorsy as usual. Once the food coma subsided following an afternoon nap, it was time to study study study.
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Catching up on your Blogs, Bubba. I've gained 10 pounds reading about your culinary adventures! Better luck on that ice cream pie next time.
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