the last week of october in one ridiculously long post.

Had two fun dinners last week. First was with Mandy, Sunshine, and Aj. We ate at Banana Island (the beef there is tender. And sometimes resembles pork).and then went for cupcakes, discussed religion and ways the residency program could be better. I’ve never seen more darts shoot from Mandy’s eyes than when I made some, um, contradictory comments during the religion discussion. Aj explains to us about how the text of the Koran has been kept intact by preservation of the original language. As for the residency program talk, all the ideas came from Mandy, because she really cares for us peds folks. Actually it was mostly Aj and Mandy hashing over the ideas, while I watched Sunshine make a paper airplane.


The next night was dinner at Cheevers with Gina, Evan, Michelle, Anna and Brian. We commented how it was a romantic-ish place, and that most people there seemed to be on a date.

Anna: Yeah, but which table is having the most fun?

Michelle: Us!

Me: Yeah! We don’t need no dates!

(starts weeping)

Brian and Anna make a Jack O lantern from the dinner roll. It starts to smoke. We come up with the idea of a theme restaurant called “Fire Rolls!” or “Rolls on Fire!” (I like the former). “Why do they call it Fire Rolls? a patron might ask, and on that cue the waitstaff would throw a roll on fire at the table. “That’s why!”

Gina notices a typo on the menu, instead of Boneless ribs they have ‘Bonless ribs”. It is either a typo or they mean for it to read as Bon, French for ‘good.’ “Goodless ribs”

When it comes time to order, I order it as it is spelled, Bonless. Michelle literally freezes mid buttering a roll, and the waiter pauses as well. Evan laughs a loud hearty laugh (I think he even said “Ohh Jasmine”) to reveal it is a joke, and for the waiter to know we weren’t a multicultural version of The Beverly Hillbillies.

I wonder what the waiter would do if I were to complain my ribs had too much bon on them. “You said bon-less! I demand you pick out the bon immediately.”

The boys order steaks. Gina indicates with her hands the approximate size of a steak, because someone asked. “That’s about the size of a donut” I observe outloud.

Evan: Jasmine compares everything to the size of a donut.

Me: If I ever became president of a country, I would make  donuts the official unit of measurement. And sprinkles.

Brian: You could have a standardized donut in a museum, the way that have the gram, in an airtight container.

Me: And the Bui-Graham would be another unit. It would measure radiation or something.

The food arrives. Gina orders the tilapia and Evan points out that it looks like the Millenium Falcon. He wanted us to know he only expressed that thought because he knew it would please Gina.

We enjoy our meals and pass around bits for each to try. Brian still plays with the candle. He notes how the underglow makes us seem … menacing? creepy? I forget the word. It had the same effect as when you hold a flashlight under your face, like kids do at camp and sleepovers when they tell ghost stories. Which is exactly what Evan proposes. “Let’s pass the candle and tell scary stories!” and the candle is pushed to me.

Me (in my scariest voice): ONCE upon a time…

Me(normal voice): Oh wait, that’s a bedtime story.

(passes the candle to Michelle )

Michelle (menacing voice): Once upon a time…there was a princess…

Me: and a PEA!!!

Brian: …On a dark and bon-less night.

There was weirder stuff said, and Anna wished we had a tape recorder to record it all.  I concur. Blogging only goes so far. We ended the meal with a delicious Pecan ball.


Dr. Hester encourages us to dress up for clinic. It’s too late, and I try to make some mouse ears but it’s sort of a failure. Dr. Krodel tells us about a friend’s son who wanted to dress as a cupcake for Halloween.

Dr. Krodel: His mom is awesome, didn’t hesitate.  But you know, is there a line you have draw? Is there a certain age where you tell a boy maybe he shouldn’t  dress as a cupcake? 

Dr. Cherry: No. Well, you let them decide, but you can tell them about certain limits, how it might not be well received by some people at school, warn them. But for now it’s definitely shouldn’t be an issue, since he’s young.

Erin: You know sometimes you can tell though. Even when they’re little kids. I have gay guy friends and when you look at elementary photos you’re like,” and you didn’t know?”

Me (looking at Erin’s plaid shirt, overalls, hat and workboots): Says the girl dressed as a lumberjack

Erin (curtly):  Jasmine, for your information it’s lumberjill.


 Halloween party time. I go to Annie’s place for dinner and to get ready. She’s made bean soup, but she’s not sure if the beans are fully cooked yet. How long does it take beans to give a person gas? She offers Bean-o but I decline. We were going to find out for ourselves. Also, does Beano really take away the gas or does it just make it silent?

 Annie is trying to decide what to be. She has a cape. I suggest ‘Phantom of the Opera-ting Room.” In my attempt to sell it, I think I described it as ‘puntastic’ and Annie almost, almost goes for it but doesn’t.  She goes as Black Riding Hood instead, and dons the cape and pigtails.

I go as Amelia Earhart and Annie lends me scuba googles to wear. They work. They also taste like the sea.

At John’s place we have fun. Sadie is a wall of bricks, and Richard is a brick layer. John is Zorro and Denise is Esmeralda. John says by the end of the evening he will be losing some of his costume. “Wait a minute, what are we going to be doing??” I ask, a little scared. I think he meant the costume was stifling. Sadie says if we end up playing strip-anything, she wants us to know that each brick counts as an article of clothing, and she has many.

Insert fun times. I rest my head on Amar’s shoulder. He tells Rupal “I guess Jasmine decided to sleep.” I tell him  his bony shoulders reminds me of my mom. He isn’t sure whether to take this as a compliment or not. I realize how blessed I am to have friends with whom I can say weird stuff like that and they’d just go along with it.

Annie and I leave around 11:30 pm, happily tipsy from our one weak drink, each. I see Orion in the low horizon and point it out, like I always do. Annie shows me Cassiopia. We try to find the Big Dipper.

“What is that? Is it venus?” I point to the brightest star. Annie says “I think it is.” “Which means the Big Dipper is…” and then simultaneously “right above us!” and we look up and there is it. “Helloo Big Dipper” we say, in that way only inebriated people can. Alcohol brought to  us a sudden mutual understanding that greeting constellations was a perfectly normal thing to do. And I’m not sure how we located the Big Dipper from Venus really. It was a lucky guess.

And after that the night ended with a little jaunt to Norman.

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  1. Why are u tasting the googles

  2. Oh, I meant goggles. I tasted the goggles. I hope that makes more sense now.

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