Big day for Tiffany and I.
Tiffany had her first day of a clinical rotation after finishing her second year of Med School. That means, today, for the first time, she got to bust out the Scrubs. I must say, she looks pretty darn good!
In the mean time, I attended an event in which the main event was none other than the most powerful man in the free world. The one. The only. George W. Bush. Took this picture about 5 seconds before I shook his hand. Pretty cool!
y no me digas que me amas
no me digas que me adoras
dime solo que te quedas
una vida junto a mi
llevame por alli
llevame en tus anzias a un lugar
donde ya no tenga que jurar
donde ya no tenga que mentir
donde solo exista para ti.
y no me preguntes si te quiero
que no te preocupe lo que pienso
que yo soy completamente tuya a mi manera.
pero a Cuando quiero ser tu sue?o
yo no me conformo con tus besos
quiero darte todo lo que siento y mas que eso
As of 10 minutes ago, Tiffany Potter has turned in her final exam and is officially 1) done with her second year of Medical School (the one they say is the hardest) 2) done with Medical School classes and tests (the rest is Scrubs-style internships and residencies) 3) a First Year PhD student.
For those of you who don’t know, here’s how her MD/PhD works.
First, she does years 1 and 2 of the MD. Then she does her PhD completely (3-5 years). Then she does her final 2 years of the MD. After all that’s done, she’ll get both her MD and PhD, and be Doctor Doctor Link.
Congratulations baby!! I love you!
It’s been awhile since we posted about our Honeymoon options. Most of this actual planning took place during the crazy week we were in Los Angeles doing all the heavy lifting. It’s the same week that Tiffany bought my ring, took our engagement photos and did a million other things to boot.
The plan, coming to LA was the beautiful St. Lucia, with its strong French influence under a British flag. The tear-drop shaped island had three Sandals Resorts – the all-inclusive luxury couples-only package resorts – and that was the game plan.
I bought a Lonely Planet guide to the Eastern Caribbean – which only had 25 pages on St. Lucia. Tiffany got all the Sandals Brochures and the name of an agent. We were good to go! At least, in the big picture.
It looks like we’ll be trekking off to the tropics for our honeymoon (more on that later). It seems topical, then, to share the tropical-island tale of a trip where everything went wrong, but we stayed positive in the knowledge that somehow…
some way…
Tiffany and I decided to spend 10 days in Hawaii to celebrate her graduation from college before we set off across the country. I didn’t realize at the time how risky this was for Tiffany. Her previous relationships had all ended in close proximity to a similar vacation. This was to be the test of our durability.
Two wheel chairs, a set of crutches, a trip to the emergency room for pain killers, a prescription to stay indoors, and a respectable stack of books later, we got on the plane to return home knowing that, somehow…
Some way…
We passed the test.
March 10, 2006. The last two squadrons of Cold War Era F-14 Tomcats – my first love in aviation – ended their carrier deployment for all time.
A sad day in a brave new world of warfare.
So, perhaps it wasn’t exactly our “first” date, but it was our first “official” date. Perhaps I’ll explain at a later time. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I was crazy about Jed the first day I met him. It just never really worked out between us because either I was dating someone or he was. So, one crazy December day, I was asked, last minute, to give a speech to a bunch of anthropologists and geologists about some of the new equipment we had in our lab, as well as student opportunities blah blah blah. This talk was to be given across campus, far away from my part of the CSULB world. As fate would have it, that same day, at that same exact time, Jed was also on CSULB’s campus judging a debate tournament. Jed and I hadn’t seen eachother for six or so months since I had quit speech and debate that year, but as I was walking to my talk, I quite literally bump into Jed. I was a bit early, so we talked for a while. I asked how he was doing, and slyly, how his girlfriend was. He explained that they had broken up about 4-5 months previous, and I expressed my condolences. I feel like such a bad person, in retrospect, but I was a little happy because I too had become single around the same time and finally here we were. Single at the same time. He gave me his card and told me to give him a call so we could hang out.
Here’s where our stories diverge a little bit. I thought he said to call him that night so we could catch a movie, while he claims he said to call him so we could catch a movie (“sometime”- being implied). Either way, later that night, very excitedly I call him up, from a pay phone at Ralph’s because my phone had just run out of batteries. Turns out he was eating at In N Out with his debate team in Northridge. So no movie. I was disappointed, but he promised to call and set something up later. Later turned out to be the next evening. We finally scheduled for him to come down to Long Beach that Thursday and I’d take him around the area. We never called it a date.
He came right on time to my dorm. He looked very dapper. I actually had butterflies. It had been a while since I had those. The first place we go to is the Viper Room on 4th st. I know a bartender there and we hang out for a little bit. It’s too crowded so after I get hit on by a girl while standing in line for the restroom, we take off for our next destination. Some might judge, but my favorite bar in Long Beach is the “Silver Fox”. It’s a 40 and over gay bar. Well, truth be told, most people are under 40, but I digress. This bar plays the best music, has the cheapest, but strongest drinks, and a girl doesn’t have to worry about being eyed by a bunch of greasy guys while still maintaining the advantage of getting free drinks because “you’re so diva girl!” Anyway, I wanted to see Jed’s reaction when I took him there, but he was very cool. I think he figured that there was less competition there anyway. We played a trivia game on those bar game things where you put a quarter in the machine and you get to play one of a variety of different games. I think it was a pop trivia or something, but Jed decided that we needed some higher stakes to play the game. It was him versus me, so if he won, then I had to kiss him, but if I won, then he had to kiss me. It may have been the Malibu and Pinapple juice, but I thought this was a fair wager. We played, he won, we kissed. Pretty sneaky Jed. So there it is, our first date, our first kiss, and the rest is history.
