Interns Gone Wild
Last week we had our intern retreat. All of us R1's got ~21 hrs. free from the
hospital to spend time together as a whole group for the first time since
orientation. Some of these pictures were also copped from Henry Cheng's
collection as well.
We ended up renting a great house up on the Russian River near Guernville,
and then all 27 of us (poor Chris Lee Messer was sick as a dogg) proceeded to
whoop it up like it was going out of style. Special thanks go out to Class Social
Chairman, Henry Cheng, who spearheaded the planning of this whole escapade.
Alison and Shon got up to the house early to start getting the food ready. I
suspect the true motive for their early arrival was to get a head start on the
red wine.
In addition to a healthy dose of the wine, I'm pretty sure they had downed both
of these ginormous bags of pretzels/chips before anyone got there as well.
Upon arrival, C-Buck immediately began making margaritas using an old
Buck family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. I
may be killed and/or have my tongue cut out by the Buck Mafia for divulging
this, but the secret ingrediant is an obscene amount of booze.
The gang started to arrive in full force. (L->R Fil, Cynthia, Geener, Janell, Dzung,
and Alice)
Erin, C-Buck, Liana, and Dzung.
Alison and Henry.
As the night blossomed, Kevin busted out a conga drum that was at the house
and got tribal.
Apparently, playing congas gets you all fired up for dancing.
Ricky deserves a gold medal for braving the rain and manning the grill for the
evening.
Shon and I pose in front of some of Ricky's grilled masterpieces while Buck gives
us a benediction.
Notice that Erin hasn't moved from her spot in the picture above, yet everybody
else on the couch has changed. Seems like someone was holding court. (L->R
Erin, Cynthia, Alison, Ricky, and Lawrence)
Ahh, then there's Geener DeAngelis, on of the sweetest, kindest, most pleasant
people you'll ever meet...
...at least that's what I thought until I realized that she had the nerve to coyly
give me the "get a load of this fuggin guy" finger. What a jerk.
I thought Fil's shirt was funny (Trust Me I'm a Doctor), but I thought it was
even funnier when, no more than two nights later in the ER at the General, I
took care of a guy who was completely bombed wearing the same shirt. His was
covered with vomit, though.
With the crew of interns we have, it is no surprise that the dance floor got
going early.
People were working it.
Some harder than others.
Unable to resist a dance party, I had to get out on the floor and start laying
down some of my patented moves.
Now I am really starting to get into it. This can mean only one thing...
...time to break out the big guns.
It's a nuclear war... on the Dance Floor.
When Henry brings pain, everyone can feel it. And when a six-foot asian man
creates a frenzy on the dance floor there is only one thing left to do...
...Raise the Roof!
Janell is obviously infatuated with Henry's prowess on the dance floor
At this point in the evening, I am proud to say I laid down one of the most
impressive sequences of Cold Lampin!! poses that I have ever done. Henry
should get a Pulitzer for his photo-documentation of this historic event. Here
is the first move. Notice how Oster is buddying up to me, hoping that some
of my coolness will rub off on him.
Here Ricky shys away from the awesome power of the thunder-gunz I have
unleashed.
This pose is a classic one from my repertoire. It is titled, "Things that make
you go 'Hmm...'"
I am most excited that this pose was captured in the flurry of activity. It is a
bold statement... a visionary hybrid of the sassiness of a Cold Lampin' pose and
the party-on attitude of the "Rock On" finger horns. I was definitely at the top
of my game when I busted this out. Groundbreaking work if I do say so myself...
Letting them all know who just rocked the house... C-No.
Not surprising that the ladies flocked to me for the rest of the evening.
If anyone in the history of the world ever deserved a "Get a load if this fuggin'
guy" finger, it must be Henry Cheng.
Geener and Darren. It should be noted that Darren cooked up a mean batch
of asparagus. Delicately seasoned... not to limp... delicious.
Men at work.
Betty and I.
Geener and Erin.
Janell should be commended for reaching back in the history books for this
picture. Anthropologists all agree that the "bunny-ears" was the common
ancestor of all Cold lampin!! poses.
The house we rented was right on the river, and later in the evening when the
rain abated, we were able to go out on the porch and get some fresh air.
Meanwhile, upstairs a group of people gathered for gossiping atop this absurdly
tall king-sized bed. The mattress was at least four feet up off the ground and I
think John fell off it later and broke his hip.
Here Jeana, Liana, and John react to...
...Frymoyer waving his arms while telling an impassioned story and two-fisting
a couple drinks. Liana and John's faces in the last two pictures make it obvious
that they know that...
...the two drinks were soon to end up on Frymoyer's pants.
Craziness was ensuing elsewhere. Here Seth shows his gut while Buck's head
spontaneously combusts at the sight of it.
Going in for a closer inspection, Buck swore he felt both of the twins kicking
when he put his hand on Seth's belly.
Nice try, Frymoyer... but not even close to Hollander's.
Lolita, Cheif, and Hersh.
You can tell it is getting later (beer thirty?) because Buck's eyes are getting
squintier.
A true professional, he knows that a left-over sausage is just what a body needs
at 2 AM.
Here Geener and Cynthia pose with some disturbing chocolates.
Back in Frymoyer-land... You can't stop him, you can only hope to contain him.
Here he is copping a feel from Oster.
Having downed the sausage, Buck prepares to settle down for the night with
a bag of M&M's clutched tightly to his belly...
...while I retire with my own comestibles.
Darren slept in this tiny little cubby under the window in the upstairs hallway.
Kevin settled for an upstairs closet (?!?)
The morning after, everyone gathered for breakfast, none the worse for wear.
Ricky, Betty, and Liana look much too chipper given the circumstances of the
night before.
Here the gang hangs out on the porch as the morning sun shines.
Henry opted for the bratwurst breakfast. He almost could be from Wisconsin.
Here is the whole gang. Thanks for a great time everyone, and special thanks
again to Henry for coordinating the whole thing.
hospital to spend time together as a whole group for the first time since
orientation. Some of these pictures were also copped from Henry Cheng's
collection as well.
We ended up renting a great house up on the Russian River near Guernville,
and then all 27 of us (poor Chris Lee Messer was sick as a dogg) proceeded to
whoop it up like it was going out of style. Special thanks go out to Class Social
Chairman, Henry Cheng, who spearheaded the planning of this whole escapade.
Alison and Shon got up to the house early to start getting the food ready. I
suspect the true motive for their early arrival was to get a head start on the
red wine.
In addition to a healthy dose of the wine, I'm pretty sure they had downed both
of these ginormous bags of pretzels/chips before anyone got there as well.
Upon arrival, C-Buck immediately began making margaritas using an old
Buck family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. I
may be killed and/or have my tongue cut out by the Buck Mafia for divulging
this, but the secret ingrediant is an obscene amount of booze.
The gang started to arrive in full force. (L->R Fil, Cynthia, Geener, Janell, Dzung,
and Alice)
Erin, C-Buck, Liana, and Dzung.
Alison and Henry.
As the night blossomed, Kevin busted out a conga drum that was at the house
and got tribal.
Apparently, playing congas gets you all fired up for dancing.
Ricky deserves a gold medal for braving the rain and manning the grill for the
evening.
Shon and I pose in front of some of Ricky's grilled masterpieces while Buck gives
us a benediction.
Notice that Erin hasn't moved from her spot in the picture above, yet everybody
else on the couch has changed. Seems like someone was holding court. (L->R
Erin, Cynthia, Alison, Ricky, and Lawrence)
Ahh, then there's Geener DeAngelis, on of the sweetest, kindest, most pleasant
people you'll ever meet...
...at least that's what I thought until I realized that she had the nerve to coyly
give me the "get a load of this fuggin guy" finger. What a jerk.
I thought Fil's shirt was funny (Trust Me I'm a Doctor), but I thought it was
even funnier when, no more than two nights later in the ER at the General, I
took care of a guy who was completely bombed wearing the same shirt. His was
covered with vomit, though.
With the crew of interns we have, it is no surprise that the dance floor got
going early.
People were working it.
Some harder than others.
Unable to resist a dance party, I had to get out on the floor and start laying
down some of my patented moves.
Now I am really starting to get into it. This can mean only one thing...
...time to break out the big guns.
It's a nuclear war... on the Dance Floor.
When Henry brings pain, everyone can feel it. And when a six-foot asian man
creates a frenzy on the dance floor there is only one thing left to do...
...Raise the Roof!
Janell is obviously infatuated with Henry's prowess on the dance floor
At this point in the evening, I am proud to say I laid down one of the most
impressive sequences of Cold Lampin!! poses that I have ever done. Henry
should get a Pulitzer for his photo-documentation of this historic event. Here
is the first move. Notice how Oster is buddying up to me, hoping that some
of my coolness will rub off on him.
Here Ricky shys away from the awesome power of the thunder-gunz I have
unleashed.
This pose is a classic one from my repertoire. It is titled, "Things that make
you go 'Hmm...'"
I am most excited that this pose was captured in the flurry of activity. It is a
bold statement... a visionary hybrid of the sassiness of a Cold Lampin' pose and
the party-on attitude of the "Rock On" finger horns. I was definitely at the top
of my game when I busted this out. Groundbreaking work if I do say so myself...
Letting them all know who just rocked the house... C-No.
Not surprising that the ladies flocked to me for the rest of the evening.
If anyone in the history of the world ever deserved a "Get a load if this fuggin'
guy" finger, it must be Henry Cheng.
Geener and Darren. It should be noted that Darren cooked up a mean batch
of asparagus. Delicately seasoned... not to limp... delicious.
Men at work.
Betty and I.
Geener and Erin.
Janell should be commended for reaching back in the history books for this
picture. Anthropologists all agree that the "bunny-ears" was the common
ancestor of all Cold lampin!! poses.
The house we rented was right on the river, and later in the evening when the
rain abated, we were able to go out on the porch and get some fresh air.
Meanwhile, upstairs a group of people gathered for gossiping atop this absurdly
tall king-sized bed. The mattress was at least four feet up off the ground and I
think John fell off it later and broke his hip.
Here Jeana, Liana, and John react to...
...Frymoyer waving his arms while telling an impassioned story and two-fisting
a couple drinks. Liana and John's faces in the last two pictures make it obvious
that they know that...
...the two drinks were soon to end up on Frymoyer's pants.
Craziness was ensuing elsewhere. Here Seth shows his gut while Buck's head
spontaneously combusts at the sight of it.
Going in for a closer inspection, Buck swore he felt both of the twins kicking
when he put his hand on Seth's belly.
Nice try, Frymoyer... but not even close to Hollander's.
Lolita, Cheif, and Hersh.
You can tell it is getting later (beer thirty?) because Buck's eyes are getting
squintier.
A true professional, he knows that a left-over sausage is just what a body needs
at 2 AM.
Here Geener and Cynthia pose with some disturbing chocolates.
Back in Frymoyer-land... You can't stop him, you can only hope to contain him.
Here he is copping a feel from Oster.
Having downed the sausage, Buck prepares to settle down for the night with
a bag of M&M's clutched tightly to his belly...
...while I retire with my own comestibles.
Darren slept in this tiny little cubby under the window in the upstairs hallway.
Kevin settled for an upstairs closet (?!?)
The morning after, everyone gathered for breakfast, none the worse for wear.
Ricky, Betty, and Liana look much too chipper given the circumstances of the
night before.
Here the gang hangs out on the porch as the morning sun shines.
Henry opted for the bratwurst breakfast. He almost could be from Wisconsin.
Here is the whole gang. Thanks for a great time everyone, and special thanks
again to Henry for coordinating the whole thing.
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