February 10th, 2008

Dead Dog Cat

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I managed to survive wearing a tuxedo, last night, though the shoes did try to eat my feet. There was some interactions with various physicians; we sat at table with my associate and his wife. Also at our table was the hospital's DON, and a physiatrist and his wife. Food was nothing special, but not as bad as I'd expected. We did some dancing, but I was interupted by several pages, so we were home fairly early.