hello nurse

Yesterday was Alex's surprise birthday bash. I suppose a man only turns thirty once, but Krissy really out did herself. We went to the wine bistro underneath Marche. It was quite the spread; in the true Italian tradition there was enough food to feed an entire hall, which is one of the key components of any great party. Good people and plenty of libations, of course, being the rest. I was even able to buy Krissy’s mom that margarita that I’ve been promising her for the past three years.

Since I normally only drive into the city during the morning rush hour commute I generously overestimated my drive time and was early by half an hour, not to mention the fact that I got the sweetest parking spot in all the land: in front of Guyahma, directly across from the Pru entrance on a Saturday night, no less. I knew it was a surprise and I didn't want to be too early or to spoil the grand entrance so I wandered around the mall for a while. Everything has changed so much. I really need to move back into the city soon. I can handle the 24-hour Krispy Kreme and the new Jasmine Sola, but the uber Sephora really made me reassess my living situation, or lack thereof. While wandering around I ran into Davi who I haven't seen in forever. Well actually since this past Marathon Monday (when I was in a drop dead gorgeous day/Sox Win!/drunken euphoric stupor), but before that it was since graduation.

Which once again leads me to the fact that I'm really glad that Krissy and I are friends again. She’s an absolute riot and he’s a good paisan from New York. Both of them work in the nebulous world of advertising/communications and seeing them is doing wonders for my networking, not to mention my social, opportunities. Krissy is also the kind of gal that you should always be friends with. She seems to have an endless supply of cute friends. It was true in college and it remains true to this day. In hindsight maybe that was one of the reasons Lauren wasn't really fond of her, but I don't see how you can argue against hanging around cute people. My narcissism that allows me to only pay attention to attractive people can be discussed another day.

Now this is where things took an interesting turn. All right so no one is going to believe me because this sounds like it is straight out of one of those late night Cinemax movies, but here goes. One of Krissy's friends Stefan is a doctor at Beth Israel. (A good guy, a straight shooter who moonlights for the Red Sox as a game day medic on; once he even handled a Curt Schilling urine sample, which for a nanosecond he contemplated the going rate that it would fetch on ebay.) Towards the end of the night he saddles up to me and mentions that he knows some nurses that are having a party. Dumbfounded, slack-jawed I stutter, "Nurses party?" “Yeah, nurses party.” Thoughts of stethoscopes and candy stripers danced in my head. I've taken the bait and we are soon headed off to Coolidge Corner for one of the top five male fantasies of all time. Ending the night surrounded by Lindsey Lohan look-alikes who work only 36 hours a week and are trained in the finer arts of resuscitation almost makes up for losing my Amex somewhere in the greater metro area.