senior banquet

Graduation week was kicked off on Monday with a banquet for the grads. It was at Kefi, a yummy Greek place on the Upper West Side. There was nothing ceremonial about it--we just ate, mingled, razzed the 2nd year table, listened to old men tell inappropriate jokes, and watched the video we put together. I'll share it after we block out some patients' faces, so as to not violate HIPAA, haha.

The class of 2011 with two of their professors (one just peeking over Brendan's shoulder).
They may or may not have been the old men telling dirty jokes.

Our good friends Brendan & Tamara.
Out of their class of 7, Jared & Brendan were the only guys, the only Mormons, and the only ones born in the U.S. They all got along great, but these two definitely had that special connection.

Max & Christine, our golf buddies.
Christine is the orthodontist, and Max is a consultant and pilot on the side, which makes them officially the coolest couple ever. We love them and hope they move to California to be our neighbors forever.

Jared with his little sibs (1st and 2nd years), Greg and Andrew.
They gave Jared some swanky cufflinks that I'd love to give him the opportunity to wear soon (fancy date night, mmm?).

The UCLA grads.
All I'm saying is that Columbia ortho hadn't taken anyone from UCLA for a while, and then they take Jared, and then two more... Jared will probably be upset with me for saying that, but I'm just saying...

I just had to throw this one in here--Nixon, one of our security guys, had asked to take our picture on our way out, with his camera (and then I asked for one with mine). This was just after we passed our neighbor who did a huge double take when he saw me. I'm probably reading too much into it, but the take-home message for me was that I clearly don't try hard enough, most days.

But everyone looks good next to this guy.