My restaurant-reviewing friend Sarah invited me to be her "plus one" for a restaurant opening at Hotel Derek near the Galleria. We rolled up to Valentino in style, handed the keys to the valet, and started mingling with the pretty people. I came hungry and tried every bite-sized morsel that passed within 15 feet of me. We also sipped the swanky drinks like specialty martinis (l-r): smoked prosciutto, cucumber, and chocolate raspberry. It seemed like every person we chatted up either owned the restaurant or the hotel or had some fancy schmantzy claim to fame. Someone with a hotsy totsy role at the restaurant made some raspberry oyster shooters for us (and other members of the press). All in all, it was a pretty posh affair.
On Saturday morning, I had another special session to practice clinical exam skills. This particular session on the male genitourinary exam was really well run. Over the course of just two hours, we watched a film, practiced on plastic models, received instruction from urology residents, and then tried out our skills on a standardized patient. I was a little nervous standing in a line to perform a
DRE and the "turn-your-head-and-cough" hernia exam, but the practice was very helpful.
The Rice/Baylor Scholars got together on Sunday night for a western-themed dinner at the Dean of Admissions house. Afterward, Brandi, Peter, and I went to Jones Hall downtown for our second show of the Houston Pops season. The Symphony performed songs from Evita and Carmen, "Sobre Las Olas" by Rosas, and and another song I'm blanking on. In the second half featured Brian Stokes Mitchell who was AWESOME. His voice was beautiful and powerful, yet effortless. He sang some Gershwin tunes, Broadway hits, and even a couple fun ones like "It's Not Easy Being Green." Seeing him live brought back fond memories of the NYC trip for Mom and Dad's 25th anniversary when he stole the show in Man of La Mancha.
My restaurant-reviewing friend Sarah invited me to be her "plus one" for a restaurant opening at Hotel Derek near the Galleria. We rolled up to Valentino in style, handed the keys to the valet, and started mingling with the pretty people. I came hungry and tried every bite-sized morsel that passed within 15 feet of me. We also sipped the swanky drinks like specialty martinis (l-r): smoked prosciutto, cucumber, and chocolate raspberry. It seemed like every person we chatted up either owned the restaurant or the hotel or had some fancy schmantzy claim to fame. Someone with a hotsy totsy role at the restaurant made some raspberry oyster shooters for us (and other members of the press). All in all, it was a pretty posh affair.
On Saturday morning, I had another special session to practice clinical exam skills. This particular session on the male genitourinary exam was really well run. Over the course of just two hours, we watched a film, practiced on plastic models, received instruction from urology residents, and then tried out our skills on a standardized patient. I was a little nervous standing in a line to perform a DRE and the "turn-your-head-and-cough" hernia exam, but the practice was very helpful.
The Rice/Baylor Scholars got together on Sunday night for a western-themed dinner at the Dean of Admissions house. Afterward, Brandi, Peter, and I went to Jones Hall downtown for our second show of the Houston Pops season. The Symphony performed songs from Evita and Carmen, "Sobre Las Olas" by Rosas, and and another song I'm blanking on. In the second half featured Brian Stokes Mitchell who was AWESOME. His voice was beautiful and powerful, yet effortless. He sang some Gershwin tunes, Broadway hits, and even a couple fun ones like "It's Not Easy Being Green." Seeing him live brought back fond memories of the NYC trip for Mom and Dad's 25th anniversary when he stole the show in Man of La Mancha.
3 comments:
Becky, just when I think that I have a claim to your most glamorous outings...you go to a restaurant opening!:)
My responses to this posting:
1. I wish I could be Sarah's "plus one" for these restaurant openings.
2. Brian Stokes Mitchell?!! I'm jealous once again. I will never forget his rendition of "Impossible Dream." Not ever.
Ditto on Mom's post.
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