So it's over...

One year in the bag and only two more to go. Monday, June 21st, marked the
end of intern year and the transition into life as a senior... it meant the beginning
of greater responsibility on the wards... it meant that we were one step closer
to reaching our ultimate goal... but most of all it meant it was time to booze it up
like it was 1999.


Henry, Adam, and I... taken, surprisingly, before the first drink had been served.
Shades of what's to come...


We started out by meeting at Yancy's to grease the wheels and prepare for the
evening.


Henry makes his move on Adam, while his wife Cold Lamp's increduously.


The end of intern year was occasion to let long-standing, unrequited passions
bubble to the surface.


Vivek and Chapes know the drill... you must Cold Lamp' at all costs, especially
when in the presence of such beauty. (L->R Vivek, Geoff, Shon, Geener, Liana)


I was trying to take a candid photo here, but Vivek is such a consumate professional,
that, as the flash went off, he calmly laid down a pose that caught even me by surprise.
Well played, good sir, well played.


Cinny, Glenn, and Diana (dee-yah-nah) get the party started.


Cinny, CLM, Erin, and Darren. It should be noted, with great sorrow, that CLM is
moving on to Stanford next year and will be leaving us in his dust. The rest of this
post is therefore dedicated to the memory of this fine, young man.


After a few beers, we got to thinking (as evidenced by my furrowed brow)...
What is the best way to send off intern year? What's that you say Geener and Erin?
What? Oh... of course...


Karoake!! Here Dr. McCabe (out with a strong contingent of just finished medicine
interns) busts out Sir Mix-a-Lot's "Baby Got Back" with gusto...


There is only one dance move that Mix-A-Lot's seminal work demands...
"The Rumpshaker"... Liana kindly obliges.


CLM and I readily admit to Betty and Cinny that that "Even white boys got to
shout... Baby got back."


Later Henry decapitated Betty and paraded her severed head around the bar.
CLM found it highly entertaining.



Fil, Shon, and Geener.


After some karoake action, we all paraded down the block to a Castro bar with an
80's Dance Night. It has been well documented in prior posts that the intern class
is more than willing to cut a rug on the dance floor.


Shon, Erin, Cinny, and Phil.


Henry does his best Popeye impersonation as he poses with his stable of smokin'
babes.


Phil and Elizabeth outlasted all of their Internal Medicine counterparts and were
able to hang with the big doggs (that being the Pediatricians) until late in the
evening.


Nuclear War! On the Dance Floor!


Carl and Geener Glamour Photo #973.



I am barely able to handle myself in the presence of Geener alone, but throw
Erin in the mix and I'm a complete wreck.


We're going to miss you CLM.


Anyway, far too late in the evening, we went to a 24 hour diner where we were
served by a very patient waiter. He not only put up with our crap, but was even
willing to pose for a picture with Popeye Cheng and Shon.


Shon scored the coup of the evening by ordering the chili cheese fries. Betty looks
supremely dissapointed with her choice of pancakes in comparison.


Henry is finally able to open his right eye in a picture.


The Many Faces of Sir McCabe-A-Lot: Concentration


Befuddlement.


Complete Disgust.


You know it's getting late in the evening when I start pulling pictures of my little
sister out of my wallet. Cynthia kindly indulges me.



The next morning (or more accurately, 5 hours after the last picture was taken)
a group of us met up for brunch in the back patio at Zazie. Poor Chris and Alison
missed out on all the fun as they were scheduled to be on call for the last night of
internship. Boo.


Betty, Shon, and Cynthia look much too good considering the prior night's
activities.


The whole crew... so it's over.


FYI: A few of these pictures were scammed from Henry's collection. Thanks
dude.