I awoke this morning to a strange and wonderful feeling: I was not covered in the thin layer of sweat that has been sitting on my skin for the past three days! The fans are working, and that's excellent news.
Last night's intern dinner was a lot of fun. We met at Dave's apartment for some pre-dinner beer pong, which I hadn't played since undergrad at Duke. Despite being the worst player ever for the first two games, I managed to somehow get three cups in the final tiebreaker round. Unfortunately, my teammates and I, the grad students, lost on the last cup.
Having imbibed a sufficient amount of alcohol to keep the conversation going, my new friends and I headed out on the town in search of dinner. Three of us expressed an interest in Mexican food. Fortunately for us, Gonzalo, who I had momentarily forgotten is from Mexico City, agreed.
The burrito place we went to was obviously a former Chinese restaurant that, having fallen on hard times, decided to get on the Mexican food bandwagon. When we walked in, Gonzalo laughed when we saw that the employees weren't Mexican at all - they were Chinese! I had a steak burrito, which I downed in about three minutes when we got back to the apartment, and Gonzalo had his first chimichanga ever. The chimichanga was good, he later told us, but it certainly wasn't Mexican food. We all agreed that it sort of looked like a large eggroll.
Off to work!
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