I am relatively confident that I passed my midterm yesterday, with a few stupid mistakes.
Of course, it wasn't until I was sleeping last night that the mistakes really became evident, but oh well - I suppose the knowledge was inside my brain somewhere, just not where it was easily accessible when I really needed it.
I took a cue from Uni last nite - after the test was finished, I went out with some of my classmates, and I had a glass of pinot grigio. It was fruity, smooth and very very yummy. Religiously, I am allegedly not supposed to indulge in alcohol, but hey, if the Big Guy turned water to wine as His first miracle, seems to me the idea is more about moderation. You should never be so impaired that you lose your ability to communicate with the Divine. I was not impaired. But I was mellow enough to tell the Divine One on several occaisons throughout the evening "I love you, Man." LOL
Sadly, I was the only one in the group who did not get asked for proof of age. When pressed, the bartender guessed I was 30, so I suppose I should be happy with that since I am 41!
One of my classmates routinely calls me Doc - he's on a mission to "Get Doc crocked." Ain't gonna happen. As we were sitting at the bar, one of the charming locals leaned over, put his hand on my leg and his head on my shoulder and asked, "You ain't really a doctor, are you, baby?"
To which I used my standard line, "Nope - I just play one on TV."
Apparently, sarcasm is an unknown factor here in the West B*mfuck - "Which show you on?" He said, looking for a pen. I did, in fact, sign my autograph, just for the hell of it. Then, he took his napkin and proceeded to tell the rest of the bar that he had just met a celebrity. No one paid attention, which was great. And - as an added bonus, he took his hand off my leg, preventing the possibility of having to toss him a NY style beating.
And now, the fun really begins. No classes today, just enough homework to kill a lesser woman - LOL. Guess I better get cracking.
Hey Uni - I think you started trouble. I plan on having another glass of wine tonight - perhaps, I shall wait until after the draft of my manuscript has been written!
