birthday shindig
My birthday is this week. In fact, within the next two weeks, Monica, Aaron and David are also having birthdays. Since some of us are going to be out of town, we decided to celebrate early and went out last night.
It was the usual crowd—Andy, Aaron, David, Monica and I—plus the visiting postdocs, Davide and Alex, and Andy’s visitor and ex-babysitter, Jen. We met up at the Starbucks on Nan Shan Lu (where they play a single Norah Jones song on a continuous loop) and had dinner at a tea house on the lake (where their music loop contains five songs including Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you”).
At the tea and wine house, we were seated at a low table (poor Alex and Davide seemed like giants squeezing their legs under the hobbit-sized table) and enjoyed a dinner of Dim Sum (which literally means “with tea”).
In Boston, I avoid Dim Sum like the plague. When I’ve gone, usually I meet a bunch of friends in Harvard Square (which is the fun part) and we head to Chinatown where we binge on greasy mysterious dumplings and cakes. I then spend the rest of the day with a horrible stomachache and feeling of lethargy.
This Dim Sum was completely different. It was little dishes (kind of like tapas), delicious and fresh and not very mysterious. We had (a lot of) argentinian red wine with dinner, followed by a raspberry cake from Free Mori for dessert.
Then we huddled under umbrellas (half as many umbrellas as physicists) and ran across the street to a Salsa bar. (Organizing physicists is like herding rabbits, even if the expedition is merely across the street.) Despite the heavy rain, the bar was full of people and, in the corner, was a five person band. There were a lot of drinks followed by wiggling on the dance floor.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but it is hilarious and incredibly fun to watch people dance. Knowing someone through physics, there is no way to tell what they’ll be like when they’re drunk and dancing. The results are always surprising. Watch Andy’s chicken dance was a fabulous birthday present.
It was the usual crowd—Andy, Aaron, David, Monica and I—plus the visiting postdocs, Davide and Alex, and Andy’s visitor and ex-babysitter, Jen. We met up at the Starbucks on Nan Shan Lu (where they play a single Norah Jones song on a continuous loop) and had dinner at a tea house on the lake (where their music loop contains five songs including Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you”).
At the tea and wine house, we were seated at a low table (poor Alex and Davide seemed like giants squeezing their legs under the hobbit-sized table) and enjoyed a dinner of Dim Sum (which literally means “with tea”).
In Boston, I avoid Dim Sum like the plague. When I’ve gone, usually I meet a bunch of friends in Harvard Square (which is the fun part) and we head to Chinatown where we binge on greasy mysterious dumplings and cakes. I then spend the rest of the day with a horrible stomachache and feeling of lethargy.
This Dim Sum was completely different. It was little dishes (kind of like tapas), delicious and fresh and not very mysterious. We had (a lot of) argentinian red wine with dinner, followed by a raspberry cake from Free Mori for dessert.
Then we huddled under umbrellas (half as many umbrellas as physicists) and ran across the street to a Salsa bar. (Organizing physicists is like herding rabbits, even if the expedition is merely across the street.) Despite the heavy rain, the bar was full of people and, in the corner, was a five person band. There were a lot of drinks followed by wiggling on the dance floor.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but it is hilarious and incredibly fun to watch people dance. Knowing someone through physics, there is no way to tell what they’ll be like when they’re drunk and dancing. The results are always surprising. Watch Andy’s chicken dance was a fabulous birthday present.
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