Dream celebrity couple

This is too cute. Seriously. So adorable. Both of them.

Please start dating already.

You look really familiar. No really, that's not a pickup line.

Amy came to visit the other weekend, and after watching BRING IT ON: THE MUSICAL (which, before you start laughing and make fun of me, was actually really fantastic and awesome and so so cool with the crazy stunts and you should go see it too), we decided to hit up one of the local bars to catch up over drinks.

We grabbed our drinks, found some seats, and sat down. Where we promptly noticed that a guy in scrubs was sitting right next to us.

Remember, this is post-musical. So it's not like it was 5pm happy hour. It was roughly 11pm. And this guy was wearing hospital-issued scrubs in a bar.

And then he tried to pick up Amy, who stopped him before he even got past his opening line, by flat out asking him, "Are you wearing scrubs? Really?! No really, really??" To which he replied, "Well you know, I'm a doctor. I work really long hours."

To the guy's defense, that line probably works usually. Probably gets him some awww's and poor baby's and some phone numbers. And there was no way he could have known that he was talking to two residents. Except he was. And we kinda let him have it.

"Wow, you must work in a really hard specialty if you have to come straight to the bar in your scrubs." "Seriously, shouldn't you be sleeping if you're post-call?" "I worked all day today and then went to the airport to pick up my friend, and somehow managed to change clothes in between too...but that's just me, you know, good work ethic." "Work must have been really bad today that you had to go straight from the hospital right to the alcohol."

Really, he should not have been wearing baby blue scrubs in a bar at 11pm at night. Seriously. Change the pants at the very least! Or throw on a decent shirt over the scrubs! Even a regular t-shirt might have saved him. And who wants to bet that he's just a respiratory therapist? Or a lab tech?

But the night was just beginning.

After we moved to the bar, Amy and I saw an extremely drunk Indian guy in a suit lumber over towards us. On alert, we quickly turned our backs and started chatting with our neighbors at the bar. That didn't stop him. And he reached out his hand and essentially slapped Amy on the back.

"Hey!! Haaaaaaaaave you met Andy?"

Yes.

Yes. He used the line from How I Met Your Mother. It's almost as bad as going up to a girl, looking her up and down, and saying, "how you doin'?" a la Joey from Friends.

"No, I haven't met Andy and I don't want to."

Amy was cold, but what else can you do in that situation, right?

But then, something strange happened. Andy started asking us about which school we went to, if we used to live in Chicago, and if yes, did we happen to live in Streeterville, maybe in McClurg?

Thank goodness he got that last bit wrong, because otherwise I would have thought that he was stalking us.

It turns out that we did indeed know Andy. We had met him four years ago at a Northwestern APAMSA-APALSA mixer. And when Andy introduced us to his other friend in the group, well, it turned out that Amy knew that guy from high school.

Yes, really.

It's a small world after all.

I don't understand

Really?

How was this not some kind of joke set-up?

My patient was Korean, and she was brought in by her roommates -- a young Polish guy, a middle-aged overweight Italian man (complete with handlebar mustache), and her Nigerian landlady, who happened to be in a leg cast and crutches. All of them spoke minimal English. And all of them were trying to translate what the other was saying.

At one point, the Italian guy was trying to tell me what the Nigerian lady was saying and the Polish guy was explaining the entire scene to my Korean patient.

Seriously.

To this day, I still have no idea what they were trying to say. I hope they understood the whole 72 hour hold issue and that my advisement was indeed complete.

This is why I'm fat

Seriously, what is wrong with me.

Please don't be one of mine

Whenever I read a really horrible story on CNN local or the LA Times, about a terrible suicide or someone seriously psychologically disturbed who goes on a shooting rampage on the corner of Vine and Sunset, my heart races while I try to place the name. Did I know that person? Did I take care of him? Did I let him go too soon?

It hasn't happened yet, but I worry that one of these days, I'm going to recognize the name as one of my patients.

And that, my friends, is why I'm so conservative when it comes to discontinuing holds, why I'm so reluctant to discharge my patients too quickly, and probably why our psych ER is constantly full.

Reunion, part 2

And then we roadtripped to Atlanta to make the BFF trio complete.

JLM reunited.

And reunited at Richard Blais' FLIP burger, at that!

Yum!

Let's do it again soon.

Reunion, part 1

Reunion with the bestie!

BFFs for good reason. :)