Phil, Rohit, and Garett Go to White Castle

Yes, in a sign that the world (or my head) is going to explode, the O.G. members of 1524sf reunited this weekend in Chicago. It didn't take long for all of us to bust on each other. I met up with Rohit and Phil at a museum and in the midst of trying to find them, they sent me a text message, "I like what you're wearing." It was very Bourne Supremacy-esque.

The Saturday evening together was your typical 1524sf evening, although in a new location. Yes, there was the storytelling where we made fun of each other to Rohit's law friends. Of course, there were the Red Bull and Vodkas followed by Johnny Walker blacks. And to top it off, there were numerous Entourage references, including the direct action (or inaction) of awakening the sleeping giant... if you know what I mean.

To end the reunion on two high notes, we drove about 30 minutes in the afternoon yesterday to a place we've all never been to before... Yes, if you've read the title of this post, it's true. We went to White Castle. Let's just say that burgers are burgers, and we ate a lot of them. And our conclusion after leaving the place: the movie glorifed the amount you can really eat in one sitting. Call that a myth busted.

Afterwards, we went to my sister's place and watched the Patriots game while taking in the drink the united us all: the champagne of beers, Miller High Life. The game was alright and we were all a little tired, but it was worth it.

The next reunion's in March back in the place where everything started. Watch out SF!

Rescue 911

It's funny how sometimes when you think you've lost a skill due to the passage of time, it comes rushing back to you at the moment you least expect. That happened to me last Saturday night. The location? Ruby Skye nightclub.

After an evening of some libations, I was walking out of the bathroom when a woman came rushing out of the bathroom asking for help because her friend had cut herself on some glass on the floor. I naturally assumed the friend was still in the women's bathroom and on a whim, I went in to the women's bathroom and started knocking on the stalls to find and to help this immobile women.... only to find out that she was already relocated on a chair outside the bathroom.

I quickly reoriented myself and found the woman, clutching her foot. She had a band-aid over the cut and became worried that it was something serious. I took charge and told the club manager to get some ice as I triaged the woman. While the cut didn't seem that serious, she was in obvious pain and I instinctively began applying the 15 on/off numbing method with the ice as we elevated her leg. Through a combination of a few people, we managed to calm the woman down and instructed her what to do afterwards in terms of cleaning and self-care.

After 10 minutes of this, I said that she could probably handle herself for the rest of the evening and excused myself. I paused for a second as I walked away, turned around, and returned to the woman to give my business card, telling her to contact me if she has any questions or concerns afterwards.

Yes, it was an evening of returning back to one's natural instincts and habits. How some things just seem to make sense after you have a few drinks.