The first of many...

Note: Please do not give me crap about my grammar and spelling on this post, as I am rather intoxicated as I type.

My gut kind of hurts from laughing so hard. I probably should be crying, but lets be realistic I am not capable of realizing how ridiculous I am.

Earlier today I convinced the nice quiet girl in the lab next door to mine to go the postdoctoral fellow happy hour. M is adorable, under five foot, Chinese, with a gentle high pitched voice. Anyway considering I did not get to work until 10:30 today, we did not leave the lab until 8pm. When we got to the happy hour, I randomly asked every group there if they were from the NIH. Alas, our group was long gone.

So we drank our Coronas a little disappointed we had missed out on the festivities. "Hey is this your first time here?" said the asian dude in polo shirt.

"Umm yes," I replied

The three of us continued with the same old conversation about work, where we lived, etc.. Mike was a resident starting his periodontist fellowship. I will say that he was adorable like an anime character. He had spiky hair, a baby face, and spoke softly. He kept on leaning into my ear to speak.

When I went to go get another beer from the bar Mike and his buddies disappeared. M told me they went, but I was not really concerned. We decided to enjoy my beer (because M stopped drinking like 4 beers ago since she felt dizzy) outside despite the dreary weather. As we were chatting, Mike reappeared.

"Hey, ET#1, you're back! I just wanted to tell you two that we are eating dinner 4 blocks away. When you are done here you should come join us."

"Oh thanks, " I replied.

"I know this is a strange question, but did you know any people that graduated from Stuyvesant? I know some of them went to Columbia." He said.

"Of course I do, " I said.

"What year did you graduate," he asked.

"1998" I replied. This is the moment I saw fear in his eyes.

"Wait did you go to Stuyvesant?" He asked.

"No," I said, "I went to high school in Massachusetts."

"You graduated college in 1998?" his voice was an octave higher.

"Um yes and you" I asked

" I graduated from Styuvesant in 2001." he sort of choked. I saw him taking a few steps back. "Well I need to get back to my friends." he said.

"Nice meeting you," I said. And off he went.

Poor thing. It must have taken a lot of balls to come back and invite us out to dinner, only to find out how ancient we are. I hope this does not scar him for life. As for me, I cannot stop laughing. I have never seen anyone run away so quickly after bad news.