Weekend Parties

Kathy, the other American postdoc in my lab, is leaving Sweden this week to start a new postdoc in Chicago. She threw herself a big going away party Friday night. She had it in the lunchroom at work so the location was really convenient. The weather was nice so she barbecued at the area right outside the lunchroom. There were probably about 50-60 people there. It was great time.

I stayed at the party until the end and then helped put things away. I ended up getting home around 5:30am (well after sunrise). I haven’t done that in a long time and I did pay the next day! I wish I had party pictures but I forgot to bring my camera. One of Kathy’s friends set up a video camera so that people could leave her messages throughout the evening. I’m sure it’s hilarious! And I’ll post clips, if possible.

I had another party to go to on Saturday. I woke up sometime mid-afternoon on Saturday and felt pretty lame and useless. However, I did tell Chus that I’d go to his party so I went. Chus’ party was smaller but I think everyone there was at Kathy’s the night before. He came around offering drinks as we were arriving. Just about everyone took water or Coke. So, I wasn’t the only person feeling old and lame. And, we had a good time laughing at how pathetic we all are.

Back to Kathy’s party…I was eating lunch with Kathy and a few others yesterday and one of the professors came up to Kathy to thank her for the party and to tell her that it was a great night that ended horribly. Why ended horribly? Well, apparently, he went to his office to take a nap (or pass out as he was last seen doing tequila shots and demonstrating the Finnish tango). He woke up and went to the bathroom, however, he left his wallet with his ID card in his office. [Note: Every corridor in our building locks down on both sides. The bathrooms (and stairs/elevators) are between corridors.] There was a couch in on of the lobbies upstairs that he slept for a few hours on. When he woke up at 7am, he decided that he needed to go home. So, he took his socks off (I guess his shoes were in his office) and walked home (how far? I don’t know). We’ve been laughing about that since we heard the story.