My Christmas Story

As all of you know, Christmas is a great time for Jews. It is when we partake in a number of customs such as eating Chinese food and seeing a movie. There is however, another tradition which I partook in. Every year there is a huge party downtown run by Jews on Christmas (translation: meat market). It was another experience I have added to this growing collection of posts.

There were a number of things which I got out of being there. I ran into a few friends from med school, although I had been expecting to run into people I knew. I identified a number from their online dating profiles. Not always was that wanted. The club I went to was down in the meat packing district. I had been there before and there were no major surprises that way. There were also a number of Jack and gingers consumed. Since the trend has been ongoing for a few posts now, here is a bulleted list outlining things I learned from that night.

• Many girls' offline selves are as vapid and dull as their online selves (obviously).


• I apparently resemble Steve Jobs. If only my bank account resembled his as well.


• Dave Matthews Band always irritated me. His fans on the other hand, are the equivalent of 1000 ball bearings hitting 1000 metal trash can lids.


• My theory on number of cats owned and insanity as a logarithmic curve was proven over and over.


• My place as a doctor was re-affirmed

In addition to not allowing my 2 weeks of night shifts slow down my avalanche of dates, I have also been writing again on guitar. I "went back to school" in a manner of speaking. I had been working hard on good fingerstyle classical technique and now it shows. I have finally been able to sound refined, but add enough dirt to know the riff is a heavy riff. It used to be I either sounded too refined or too harsh. I also have been re-united with my old 1968 Fender Bandmaster amp. I think some paint peeled off my walls when I first used it. It makes my pedal board come to life as well as my custom Ibanez, Kingsford. I will have to get a capacitor replaced eventually when I am interested in using the amp's built-in vibrato again. Once night float ends in a few days, I will be scouting around for a half-marathon to run in as I am close to half marathon shape now.