Pediatric Orthopedic Rotation = Done

Woohoo!  First rotation of 2nd year is done.  I am so happy these last two months are over.  It has been a rough start to year 2.  They say that 2nd year is as bad as 1st for ortho residents but I really thought it couldn’t get worse after the first 365 days of residency were over.  I was wrong.  Unusual I know but it’s true.  Mr. Dr. has seen some tough days in July and August including a few consecutive days where he only slept for a total of single digit hours.  But the good news is that he started on what is supposed to be one of the more tedious rotations of 2nd year.  We will see if that lives to be true since we have 5 more rotations to go. Remember, these are 2 month rotations.  Stay tuned on that front.

In the meantime, here are a few things Mr. Dr. and I have concluded from rotation #1:
1. It is possible to sleep 2 hours in one night and then function/work for a full 20 hours the entire next day.  I don’t know how it just is.  With might I add, the only assisting drug being caffeine.
2. Mr. Dr. likes kids but not ones that have been screaming for hours while he attempts to put them in a splint.
3. Brooklyn has a large population of Hasidic Jews who live in communities that have their own ambulances and if little Schlomi gets hurt the community ambulance drops them off at the NYU hospitals.
4. For all you moms out there, Mr. Dr. says the worse your child is screaming from getting “hurt” usually means the less severe it is. Their crying is more anxiety driven than from actual pain and a lot of times the more painful injuries stun the child so their reaction is tamed. The best way to determine severity level at home is to see how much they can use the body part that is injured.
5. Radiologists really do sit in dark rooms and stare at X-rays all day – I saw the room with my own two eyes. It does live up to what you would expect – quiet, a little gloomy and basementesque.
6. WE ARE ONE 6TH OF THE WAY DONE 2ND YEAR!  Now onto the next…

Rachael Ray I’m Coming For You

“Let’s not count out that you don’t have your mom’s cooking genes just yet.”  I kid you not, those words came out of Mr. Dr.’s mouth recently.  Yes!  I still have a chance.  Slow and steady in cooking sagas wins the race my friends.  Don’t forget it.  But before I get too cocky, let’s face it.  Mr. Dr. is a nice enough guy that he would eat a piece of grilled cardboard with a side of shredded paper if I put it in front of him.  He would even probably pretend to enjoy it.  He is not picky (thank goodness) and he appreciates any safe meals I attempt to cook.  But regardless that I’m super lucky to have a grateful hubs (and one that is completely starving upon home arrival) I think he does like some of my cooking.  Even if it’s because he feels bad for me because he knows cooking is not my strong suit…or because he is so hungry anything would taste good.  That’s all irrelevant.  The point is, there is still a chance.  Mr. Dr. made the comment when he came home to a delicious home-made chicken salad that I whipped up unexpectedly on one of my lazy Sundays.  Recipe: Honey Dijon marinated grilled chicken, fat free mayo, celery, salt & pepper and of course a generous amount of Old Bay.  Yum.

So my friends, I will not give up.  I will continue to strive for greatness in the kitchen, safely and simply.  Do I love cooking?  Absolutely not.  As you know.  But do I love seeing Mr. Dr. happy and satisfied from something yours truly made?  Absolutely yes.  Will I cook daily?  Absolutely not.  Will I cook weekly?  Most likely not.  But will I surprise myself and Mr. Dr. every once in a while?  I sure will.  As long as Cutco and I remain frenemies and not enemies, and I can continue to wear my Michael Jackson glove, don’t count me out.

Bloodies 2

This is tale 2 of the hunt for the “best” bloodies in the city.  As you know, when he isn’t sleeping we have been spending Mr. Dr.’s Saturday afternoons off heading around town in search of a Bloody Mary that can compare to the Zing Zang.  The first spot we tried had rave reviews but turned out to be a little disappointing despite the love for a drink that is both a drink and a snack.  Our next spot was not chosen based on internet browsing but rather a recommendation by a reliable source in the hospital where Mr. Dr. works.  But after the first spot’s experience we weren’t getting our hopes up.  We ventured down to the East Village and made it to our chosen venue.  We sat down and grabbed two seats at the bar since it was a pretty crowded scene.  I glanced at the menu and gasped in excitement at what my eye found.  A brunch cocktail made with vodka, lemon juice and champagne.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  This drink could not go unordered.  This was certainly a pleasant surprise and one cocktail that I had not yet seen on a brunch menu.  But genius.  Just genius.  So we ordered – me a Texas 75 (terrible name but as you know, I don’t judge), and Mr. Dr. a Bloody Mary (that according to the menu is an award-winning version of the classic).  We will be the judge of that.

Texas 75 and Bloody Mary at Peels in the East Village

Ok.  So.  My Texas 75 was soooo good.  I loved every sip and wished for more when it was finished.  While we sipped, Mr. Dr. and I pondered the opening of a brunch-only restaurant.  I can’t divulge our ideas because we may need this to be our money-making scheme one day if Doctorhood doesn’t work out but I think we are on to something.  Ok, so back to the bloody review on the Bloodie.  It was OK.  As you can see in the photo, no bells and whistles like the first place.  But we still can’t rate it as one of the “best” and I’m not so sure I’d even go as far as to agree with the award-winning part.  It wasn’t bad.  It was just kind of blah.  Nothing too special.  We watched the bartender make it and I was hoping that I when I saw the boring tomato juice pouring out of the pitcher that there was a secret ingredient mixed in.  Sadly, there didn’t seem to be.  Don’t get me wrong, it was OK.  But I have had better.  For as much as the Bloodie was missing the extra pizzazz, my delicious cocktail made up for it.  Mmmm.  It even inspired me to make my own version when I got home.  I love when I stumble upon new cocktails when I least expect it.

-Generous Amount of Vodka
-Generous Amount of Champagne
-3 Splashes of Lemon Juice

Mix the above in a shaker and voila.  Simple, sensational and splendid – that’s my motto for this cocktail.  Enjoy :)

The Call Schedule Revealed

One thing that I truly loathe is trying to explain Mr. Dr’s call schedule to people.  No one seems to be able to understand it.  But I think I figured out why.  I don’t even understand it the majority of the time.  It is so confusing.  It may be just as confusing as determining the perfect blended mixture of rum, mint, lime and soda for a good mojito.  Mmmm.  Mojitos.  Such a refreshing summertime drink right?  Sorry, I digress.  Back to the call schedule.  The NYU ortho R2s change rotations every two months which means their call schedule changes every two months.  But every hospital is different.  Each program has its own rotation schedule within each specialty for their residents.  For example, a neurological surgery resident has a completely different rotation and call schedule than an orthopedic surgery resident.  But no matter what the specialty, every resident has to pay their call dues.

The most basic concept to help better understand the call schedule begins with the patients.  Hospitals never sleep…not dissimilar to this grand city.  They are filled with patients 24 hours a day 7 days a week.  Again, same goes for NYC except they are called tourists.  Normal hospital business hours are during the day, just like any other job, except if all employees left at 5pm, then who would be keeping an eye on those poor little patients after hours on nights and weekends?  The answer is no one.  Then came residents.  The term ‘resident’ originated because back when they developed the concept of residency, all residents used to live in the hospital.  Thankfully, this no longer exists.  However, I use the word ‘live’ loosely, because sometimes I do feel like our apartment only provides a bed for Mr. Dr. to pass out on for a few hours before he is back at work.  The purpose of a call schedule is for patients to receive care after hours, so residents take turns with different call shifts each week to ensure there is adequate coverage on their service at all times.  The schedule is typically created by an upperclassman resident or occasionally, the residents themselves that are on that specific service.  A resident can be on call every 3rd day, every 7th day or even less, it just depends on the amount of coverage needed and the number of residents splitting time.  There is short call, long call, 12 hour call and 24 hour call.  Do you want to be the patient being seen by the doctor on his/her 23rd hour?  I think not.  There are also different types such as home call.  This means you don’t have to be in the hospital but available should they need you to come in.  Residents think this is nice because at least they can be in the comfort of their own home during their call shift, but my opinion is that it’s nothing short of house arrest.  Furthermore, if you think about all of the drunk people that indulge in silly behavior that leads to injury after hours, you better believe there is usually a reason for a resident to get called in.  Personally, that is why I prefer to hang with those that can hold their liquor.  I have never needed hospitalization from too much alcohol consumption but if I did thank goodness we have Mr. Dr.

Our calendar/bible

This is our monthly calendar, aka: my bible when it comes to Mr. Dr.’s schedule.  It’s a staple decoration in our kitchen and I’m going to let you in on a little secret.  The satisfaction he gets in crossing off the days is actually really endearing.  It’s what keeps us going.  This calendar is the only way I know when he is off, when he is working late, what hospital he is taking call at for the month (the ortho residents rotate between four hospitals in the city) and any other random information he needs to keep me informed about for the month (like that ludicrous training course in Missouri).  Consequently, it is also my bible for scheduling my own Mrs. Dr. activities.  For example, if I know he is going to be working late call every Tuesday for the month I will try to schedule outings for Tuesday night.  It doesn’t always work out like that but I try to do my best in balancing his schedule with mine because usually mine can be a lot more flexible.  As you can see he has mastered the doctor handwriting pretty well.  Luckily I can make out what it says and understand it.  You might also notice that he has a WEEK OFF for vacation next week.  I know he is looking forward to that.  God knows he/we need it.

Unfortunately, the call schedule is what makes being a resident so crazy and their wives even crazier, but fortunately for a patient, it can be what keeps them alive.  So I guess we can chalk it up to a win because one becomes a doctor to help people and that is what the call schedule allows them to do at any given hour in a day.  Nonetheless, it is still confusing because the schedule is constantly changing.  I’d much rather be confused about how much liquor to pour into my cocktail.  Is it 6pm yet?  I am ready for that mojito.

Have You Ever Seen…

#1 the beer brand Rogue and #2 a Voodoo Doughnut Bacon Maple flavored ale before??  Well turns out Rogue actually brews a ton of unique flavored beer.  Even Mr. Dr. was shocked when we saw this one though.  We stumbled upon this very interesting bottle in a little place called Beer World right around the corner from our apartment.  I must say, from someone that works in advertising and media, the bottle caught my eye.  A glistening bright pink prize in the midst of dark, dreary looking brews.  Our jaws dropped and we were so intrigued we had to try it.  The suspense of a bacon and maple flavored beer was killing us.


We got home, opened the bottle and immediately got a whiff of bacon, I kid you not.  It really did smell like bacon.  We poured it, and started to smell the hints of maple but overall, it had a very smokey smell and taste.  It did taste like a true mix of both but was very heavy…too heavy for me.  After having one glass, I felt I had eaten a meal.  I would probably recommend it to someone who likes dark beer and just so happens to be a bacon lover too.  While I was sipping I couldn’t help but wonder how this would taste during a good brunch.  Maybe a Rogue Voodoo Ale will be served the next time I cook breakfast as a compliment to eggs or french toast.  Scratch that.  What I meant was, maybe a Rogue Voodoo Ale will be ordered at the next place I go to breakfast and order eggs or french toast.

Knife 101 Meet Cooking. Cooking Meet Fashion.

And you all think I don’t cook.  Well I don’t really.  But Mr. Dr.’s current rotation has him working 18 hour Sundays on the weekends he is scheduled which means that if I’m in the city for the weekend I do what I can to keep myself busy.  I must admit I have gotten a little ambitious recently.  Maybe a more honest answer is that I am running out of Sunday activities for myself so I’m recycling some old ones that may not have had stellar results in the past.  This means some more attempts at cooking.  I know I know.  I promise I am being very very careful.  No more patient incidents as of recent to report.  In fact, a couple of weeks ago Mr. Dr. gave me a knife 101 course.  Who better to learn from than a training surgeon??  Genius.  I can’t believe I waited this long.  It’s easy.  You just let the knife do the work.  I now know how to properly hold, handle and become one with the knife.  And here I thought Cutco and I were enemies.  Well after my course, I think we have at least moved up a notch to frenemies.

I am lucky that Mr. Dr. is so supportive of all of my independent time and activities even though I know he fears he might get another “I just cut myself.  I think I’m dying.  Help!” phone call.  Luckily, the second time I injured myself I called him and assured him in my first sentence I was OK and not going to pass out like the first time.  Eeeek.  I really do have a bad track record.

Anyway, I have been doing alright this summer (everyone reading this please knock on a piece of wood).  So recently I have been making a vegetable salad.  This idea was three fold.  First, I like to make things that I know Mr. Dr. will like.  He loves to eat healthy.  I don’t mind healthy but I’m not as crazy about it as him.  He loves vegetables and loves this salad that I make so I find satisfaction over the fact that he enjoys it.  Second, it is refreshing as a snack or mini meal at any hour of the day.  I take it for lunch, Mr. Dr. scarfs it down at 1am when he gets home.  It’s all the same.  Third, it’s so easy and you can make any variations you like.  Look, I don’t make elaborate meals.  If you want a cooking blog there are plenty I can recommend.  This is not one of them so be kind in judgement here.  Also keep in mind…I devote a tiny portion of our fridge to food.  Whatever can find its way among the wine bottles, beer and other liquids I have placed strategically on the shelves can have a little room.  Usually I make a big bowl of the vegetable salad and we have it for days.  What do you guys think?  It’s pretty tasty.  The one below is carrots, celery, cucumbers, and red onions with citrus vinaigrette.  Sometimes I use Italian dressing or balsamic vinaigrette and I have mixed up the blend by adding other veggies like asparagus.

Gotta start somewhere.  If nothing else, it is helping build my confidence with Cutco.  Furthermore, my awesome mom found this in Bed Bath & Beyond and I use it every time I whip out those sharp weapons, also known as knives.  Even if the glove is only cut resistant, it gives me a major peace of mind while cutting.  So while I am still experimenting with my cooking techniques and concoctions, I feel much safer after my knife 101 course and with my new glove.  It kinda makes me feel like Michael Jackson.  Maybe I can start a new one-handed mesh glove trend.  You know…mix a little fashion with cooking.  I think I am on to something.

Knife 101 Meet Cooking. Cooking Meet Fashion.

And you all think I don’t cook.  Well I don’t really.  But Mr. Dr.’s current rotation has him working 18 hour Sundays on the weekends he is scheduled which means that if I’m in the city for the weekend I do what I can to keep myself busy.  I must admit I have gotten a little ambitious recently.  Maybe a more honest answer is that I am running out of Sunday activities for myself so I’m recycling some old ones that may not have had stellar results in the past.  This means some more attempts at cooking.  I know I know.  I promise I am being very very careful.  No more patient incidents as of recent to report.  In fact, a couple of weeks ago Mr. Dr. gave me a knife 101 course.  Who better to learn from than a training surgeon??  Genius.  I can’t believe I waited this long.  It’s easy.  You just let the knife do the work.  I now know how to properly hold, handle and become one with the knife.  And here I thought Cutco and I were enemies.  Well after my course, I think we have at least moved up a notch to frenemies.

I am lucky that Mr. Dr. is so supportive of all of my independent time and activities even though I know he fears he might get another “I just cut myself.  I think I’m dying.  Help!” phone call.  Luckily, the second time I injured myself I called him and assured him in my first sentence I was OK and not going to pass out like the first time.  Eeeek.  I really do have a bad track record.

Anyway, I have been doing alright this summer (everyone reading this please knock on a piece of wood).  So recently I have been making a vegetable salad.  This idea was three fold.  First, I like to make things that I know Mr. Dr. will like.  He loves to eat healthy.  I don’t mind healthy but I’m not as crazy about it as him.  He loves vegetables and loves this salad that I make so I find satisfaction over the fact that he enjoys it.  Second, it is refreshing as a snack or mini meal at any hour of the day.  I take it for lunch, Mr. Dr. scarfs it down at 1am when he gets home.  It’s all the same.  Third, it’s so easy and you can make any variations you like.  Look, I don’t make elaborate meals.  If you want a cooking blog there are plenty I can recommend.  This is not one of them so be kind in judgement here.  Also keep in mind…I devote a tiny portion of our fridge to food.  Whatever can find its way among the wine bottles, beer and other liquids I have placed strategically on the shelves can have a little room.  Usually I make a big bowl of the vegetable salad and we have it for days.  What do you guys think?  It’s pretty tasty.  The one below is carrots, celery, cucumbers, and red onions with citrus vinaigrette.  Sometimes I use Italian dressing or balsamic vinaigrette and I have mixed up the blend by adding other veggies like asparagus.

Gotta start somewhere.  If nothing else, it is helping build my confidence with Cutco.  Furthermore, my awesome mom found this in Bed Bath & Beyond and I use it every time I whip out those sharp weapons, also known as knives.  Even if the glove is only cut resistant, it gives me a major peace of mind while cutting.  So while I am still experimenting with my cooking techniques and concoctions, I feel much safer after my knife 101 course and with my new glove.  It kinda makes me feel like Michael Jackson.  Maybe I can start a new one-handed mesh glove trend.  You know…mix a little fashion with cooking.  I think I am on to something.

Bloodies

Don’t worry.  This post has nothing to do with a bloody medical procedure. Quite the opposite.  Sorry if the title is misleading.  I know that’s what you were hoping for.  I will spare you from most of the gross medical stories Mr. Dr. comes home with until we all get to know each other a little better.  This is about a different kind of Bloody.  The kind that comes in a glass.  Yep, you guessed it.  Bloody Marys.  I love me a good Bloody Mary (aka: BM).  Yes, I like to abbreviate everything.  A good BM is made with vodka, tomato juice and any other additional mystery ingredients one decides to include.  Recently, on his off days, Mr. Dr. and I have been going on a search for the “best” BM in the city.  I use that term lightly as I think the “best” can be different for everyone.  Some may like extra spicy, some may like it not too hot, some may even prefer V8 & vodka in a glass as their BM of choice.  Anyway, we have tried a few restaurants in the city that claim to have one of the “best.”  Here is one of our experiences.

- Classic BM and Chicago Matchbox BM at Prune

Here we are at brunch.  Besides the fact that we had to wait an hour to get seated at noon on a Saturday (what happened to people sleeping in and going to brunch at 2!?) we thought this place was a decent spot.  Mr. Dr.’s BM was nothing short of a large snack mixed with a cocktail (his is on the right)- ingredients included lemon vodka, tomato juice, brussel sprouts, turnips, caperberries, green beans and radishes. Wow right?  My initial thought was “Well I guess they add all that crap to disguise the fact that it’s probably not that good.”  I decided to go with the classic BM that they offer – made with Absolute vodka, tomato juice, celery and lemon.  Keep in mind, the menu had about 10 different variations of the classic BM.  I figured, if I got the classic, I would be able to rate it fairly as opposed to getting one with all of the bells and whistles.  Well, after the taste test, I am a little sad to report that it was just OK.  After the unappetizing thought of considering trying Mr. Dr.’s I went for it anyway because I felt mine was so bland I needed a redemption.  Turns out, his was much more flavorful and if I had to do it over again, I would probably order one of the BM’s will all the extra pizazz.  They look good in the picture, I think even better than they tasted.

The best part of these Bloodies was the shot of red stripe lager that they give you to “cleanse your palette.”  Look I don’t care what a restaurant’s reasoning is for giving you a shot of beer with a cocktail, but I’ll take it.  And I must say, after indulging in my not so flavorful BM, that shot of beer came in quite handy to cleanse the palette.  Mr. Dr. and I always talk about how finding a good one is hard in the city even with all of these restaurants.  But I partially know why.  I’m biased.  To this day, the best BM I have ever had (and many friends and family members can attest to this) is undeniably my dad’s.  I kid you not, he makes the meanest, most delicious BM I have ever set my lips on.  I won’t give up his complete secret recipe but I will divulge the key ingredient.  If you like BMs and haven’t made one with Zing Zang mix, get your sweet tush to the store and buy it.  It is the perfect zesty blend of tomato juice and other ‘stuff’, to make your mouth water when mixed with vodka.  Even if you don’t think you like BMs, make one with this and I promise you will be hooked.  The website says its award winning which is no surprise but award winning or not, this the best stuff around.  Trust me.   Anyway, onto the next spot of testing for Mr. Dr. and I –  hoping to find one that compares to the Zang.  Happy Bloody Drinking!

Love/Hate Relationships

I must admit…I have a love/hate relationship with residency.  Well actually it’s more like 30/70.  I’m hoping that ratio gets better over the years but for now even giving the love portion 30% is generous.  Some days I love it, and other days, I want nothing more than for the hospital to burn down (no I don’t really mean that).  Well…actually…if it were possible to do without injuring or killing anyone I’d look into it but I think that’s unlikely.  Anyway, my feelings about residency really depend on the day.  Here are my reasons:

What I Love about Residency:

  • When Mr. Dr. comes home and tells me about a new surgery he scrubbed in on that made him excited.
  • When I hear about how many patients were helped in a day.
  • Seeing him in his stethoscope, scrubs and white coat – something about it is pretty darn sexy
  • Having faith that in 10 years I will look back on it and say “Remember when…” with a smile because it was all worth it.

What I Hate about Residency:

  • The hours.
  • The smell of the hospital.
  • The stress it puts on residents.
  • Watching Mr. Dr. have a cup of coffee and watching him fall asleep mid-cup/mid-sentence because he is that exhausted (and yes this has happened on more than one occasion).
  • Did I mention the hours? And of course, all of the things he has to miss.
  • The most interaction we have had in 3 days and 3 nights is at 4am when he got up this morning to go to work and I got up to get water:

Me: Babe when did you get home last night?
Him: Around 1.
Me: How are you functioning? That’s the third night in a row.
Him: Ame, your life passes you by when you sleep.

I just laughed and went back to bed. Thank goodness my Mr. Dr. can keep a sense of humor through this. As I want a natural disaster to sweep though the hospital and constantly worry about the possibility of his body shutting down from exhaustion, he manages to go through it all with a smile on his face. I don’t know how but it’s something I greatly admire about him.

There is nothing I love more than hearing Mr. Dr. excited about something he did at work.  Not just because I love seeing him happy, but also because there is a large part of me that finds it fascinating.  The things that doctors can do nowadays with all of the advances in technology are insane.  But then there are the times I am reminded of why I hate it.  For example, flashback to December last year when I drove him to the train station because he had to get back to work the night shift on Christmas.  Yuck.  Or.  Flashback to a few days ago when he found out that he has a mandatory training course in Missouri the weekend of our good friends’ wedding in NYC this fall and he (as of now) can’t get out of it.  PS: Who holds training courses in Missouri?!  It’s only fitting that they send the residents to a weekend away in freaking Missouri – why not Miami or San Francisco?  Ha no that would be way too kind.  We had 7 weddings this year and the ONE wedding we have in NYC I may have to attend solo because he will be travelling.  Any other week of the year you have to take a bulldozer to the NYC hospitals to get the residents out of there but not the weekend we actually have a wedding in town.  Just our luck.  Maybe it will somehow work out that he can make it back early but I’m not holding my breath on that one.

Do you have a love/hate relationship case with anything in particular?

Summer Streets

Every summer in NYC we have whats called Summer Streets.  Usually its three different Saturdays in August from 7am – 1pm.  Miles and miles of streets from the Brooklyn Bridge to Central Park are closed off to cars and open to pedestrians only.  It’s pretty neat to walk down the normally very busy street of vehicles on Park avenue and have it be filled with people instead.  The first year Mr. Dr. and I saw this we were so confused about what was going on.  Bikers, rollerbladers, runners, scooters and the like just cruising on down the avenue.  We asked people what parade was going on and they looked at us funny.  Newbies they probably thought.  Well they were right.  We had no clue what was happening but now that we are 5 year veterans, we got the scoop.

Look, even preggo people take part in Summer Streets (bottom right corner of above pic).  Very preggo people…that woman looks like she is about to pop.  Good thing there would have been a doctor close by if she went into premature labor ;). So overall I think Summer Streets is a good time, a fun change up to the norm and its pretty pleasant for the MOST part.  On a beautiful day, it’s even better.  But Summer Streets as nice as it is, is also what I like to call “inexperienced bikers day.”  It seems popular for locals (I can’t even really blame this one on the tourists) to rent bikes and meander on down leisurely from north to south even if they don’t have the slightest clue how to ride a bike.  I mean, its not that hard.  Come on folks.  You shouldn’t be zig zagging down the road losing all control while in a crunched position over some plastic and two wheels.  Not to mention the fact that these select bikers bring a whole new meaning to the term graceful.  And by graceful I actually mean quite the opposite.  Now that I think about it, the most graceful looking riders were those that had their kid in a baby seat attached to the back.  That’s reassuring at least.  I still don’t get that though.  Do you want your kid staring at your butt the entire ride?  They should put all the kid seats in the front.  Duh.  Although I am sure that is breaking some kind of safety law so as long as the kid is safe, I guess it’s OK for your child to be staring at your flexing gluteus maximus (see I did learn a thing or two in med school).

I used to think if I was going to get hit by a biker in NYC it would be by the little mexican/asian delivery guys that dart around the city on their bikes hopping from one apartment to the next to get hungry people their meal.  But now I think it might be on a Saturday in August at the next Summer Streets.  Jeesh.  I’m not kidding.  They even have signs directing bikers and pedestrians into different parts of the street.  But don’t worry.  Those hoodlums could care less about signage.  At least the one girl in the pic listened.

Inexperienced (typically highly unathletic looking) bikers are a force to be reckoned with.  Keep that in mind the next time you get on a bike and its been a while please.  And if you do wish to partake in Summer Streets in the near future, please take a bike riding class if its been a while.  Remember there are sweet, innocent pedestrians like myself who just want to enjoy a leisure, injury-free stroll down the middle of a street when it’s allowed.