How many ways can you prepare lobster? Bubba wasn’t there to help us with this cousin of the shrimp, so we decided to take charge. With the help of a generous wedding gift certificate to a cozy bed & breakfast in Provincetown, we spent 2 nights in the infamous town to sample the many styles of lobster preparation – with 2 types of lobster rolls, lobster Newberg, a lobster clambake, lobster arrabiata, lobster spring roll and even a lobster pot pie. The rest of the time was spent digesting, perusing the shops and boutiques, and people watching – pondering whether the drag queens were “he’s” or “she’s”. We also attempted a leisurely stroll to Race Point Beach, which turned out to be a 1.5 hour hike through the sizzling summer heat. Fortunately, that was pretty much the only “activity” on this trip, as the rest of our time was spent soaking in the sunshine, sipping lemonade, slurping creamy gelato, and basking in the hot tub. What else can you possibly ask for?

It was the last week of my intensive care rotation, and I’ve come to realize that most ICU patients just tend to deteriorate slowly over time. They start with a little hypertension and heart failure, then get some community-acquired pneumonia, goes into respiratory failure, gets mechanically ventilated, gets ventilator-associated pneumonia, becomes septic, goes into shock, then develop acute renal failure (or as we would write, a pt w/ HTN, CHF p/w CAP + resp failure, now on AC, c/b VAP, SIRS, and ARF). In ways, my aging desktop has become like my very own ICU patient. First, my data was corrupted, so I thought there were just some bad sectors. But soon, my motherboard started misbehaving, then my power supply was blown. I ultimately had to order new parts, including a new processor, motherboard, memory, video card, case, and power supply. Last week, it felt like a multi-transplant surgery as I reconnected the vital components. Finally, with a new Athlon 64 X2 dual-core 4600+ CPU, XFX nForce 590 SLI mobo, 2GB Crucial Ballistix PC2-8000 DDR2 RAM, PNY GeForce 7900GS PCI-E video, and a pair of WD 250GB SATA HDs in RAID 0, powered by a CoolMax 500W PSU, and encased in a jet black Antec tower, my computer is about to be brought back to life. Say hello to Vader. 🙂

One of the big advantages of going to a big-name school is having big-name speakers at Commencement. This year, our Class Day speaker was Bill Clinton and Commencement speaker was Bill Gates! It didn’t matter much for me though since the first speech was mainly for undergrads and the latter for alumni. We ultimately attended only the diploma awarding ceremony in the morning, and the PhD hooding ceremony in the afternoon. In retrospect, it was all kind of anti-climactic as I had already gotten my actual diploma in the mail back in November when I got my degree. Nevertheless, the Commencement exercises gave me a day off from work, and a chance to don my crimson gown and stylish black tam (poofy hat). After 4-years of blood, sweat, and tears, I guess we could at least have the satisfaction of standing out among all the other graduates with their dreary black gowns. Anyway, pics from our wedding are finally here! Go to our wedding site for links and a slideshow!

Have you ever had one of those days when things are going bad and you’re like, “At least my computer didn’t crash”? Well, it just so happened that when I turned on my computer last Friday, it said “system not found”. For those of you not familiar with the lingo, it essentially translates to “you’re screwed”. And that was pretty much how my past week has been as I struggled to recover any data I can tease from my corrupted partition. It didn’t help that the partition was on a RAID stripe, so the actual data was spread over two physical drives. It also didn’t help that I’m rotating through the MICU, where our team census of nearly 20 patients takes on average 6-7 hours to round on each morning. Nevertheless, stuff needs to get done, so I’m about to format the drive and re-install everything from scratch – destroy and reincarnate, Shiva-style. Let’s keep our fingers crossed…

When people asked where we were going for our honeymoon, we said that we were going to kick back at home and just relax. Well, the past 2 weeks have been anything BUT relaxing. While waiting for the contractors to finish some paint work at our place, we were moving furniture, building more furniture, and trying to sell her old furniture. In fact, all that lifting has given me that workout I’ve been putting off! With the apartment in complete disarray, I’ve had to clean, re-organize, and clean more. Fortunately, despite the pain of living in this state of flux, we still managed to finally finish our game. Yes, after clocking just more than 200 hours, we’ve finally saved Cyrodil from the gates of Oblivion! I guess it wouldn’t have taken so long if we had not wanted to complete every quest, and become champion of the Arena, head of the Fighter’s Guild, Grey Wolf of the Thieve’s Guild, Archmage of the Mage’s Guild, and Silencer of the Dark Brotherhood. Now after our first accomplishment as a married couple, we’ll be eagerly anticipating the next chapter. In the meantime, anyone in Boston who’s reading this should go eat at New Trend Eatery. It’s a new restaurant we found in Allston – one of few places in the area that actually does authentic Cantonese seafood. When we ate there last weekend, the place was pretty empty, which brings back nightmares of Chinatown Seafood in Coolidge Corner closing down (Melody and I still blame ourselves for not going there often enough). So go now, and remember to ask for the special soup of the day!

When my month-long vacation began this May, I had envisioned taking my time to prepare for the wedding and maybe relax a bit. What eventually unfolded was what could only be described as a series of unfortunate events that transpired before our big day. The first week was quiet, but busy. First, there were things we had to make: programs, place cards, menu cards, and a photo slideshow. Then there were stuff we had to get: a wedding license, ribbons for the cake, poster boards for signs, and pens for the guestbook. Meanwhile, there were also other issues to handle: cap & gown for commencement, furniture for Melody’s room, and contractors to repair some water damage. Perhaps there were just one too many things on my mind the week before the wedding when I found myself unable to brake in time to avoid a car that suddenly stopped in front of me. Fortunately, the fender-bender occured at a low speed and neither the retired doctor from the other car nor I were hurt. But even as we were recovering from our poor luck, we were rear-ended by another car just 2 days later – this time, by a nun. When one of my groomsmen arrived from NYC the day before our wedding, I made him drive to avoid the bad karma. But as we left our rehearsal dinner that night, we found his car window smashed to bits and my computer monitor (the one to display my slideshow) stolen right from the back seat. There was nothing we could do but laugh. Of course, all things happen for a reason. Maybe after stressing over all the little details like adjusting fonts and timing songs, we were given some REAL problems to worry about. And maybe after overcoming all the little bumps along the road before the wedding, we could finally learn to appreciate our new life together. To our relief, everything went smoothly on May 12th, and everyone made it on time, including the officiant and my parents who got lost the previous day. Looking back, it was humbling to see so many of our friends and family, many traveling from out of town and even from other countries, to join us in celebration. It was certainly a night to remember. Anyway, send us photos if you came to our wedding so we can post them on our webpage!

A good bachelor party is defined by the quality of the food, women, and company. Clearly, my best man was well aware of this when he took me down to NYC this weekend to hit the town with some of my oldest and closest friends. Our evening began literally right out of work, as I tossed my white coat into my locker and hopped into his car. Traffic was dismal as usual, and we didn’t get into the city until almost 10pm. One of the guys was actually post-call, another had been working all afternoon, and the third.. well, he had been drinking since 4pm. Nevertheless, we resisted our weariness, and satisfied ourselves with large slabs of beef at the Strip House. After my superbly-textured rib-eye, creamed spinach with truffles, and potatoes in goat fat, (which continues to haunt my taste buds to this moment) we went to the Hustler Club, where supposed third-hand accounts claimed to be a mecca of attractive women. We were not disappointed, and enjoyed a few titillating performances for ourselves. We left the club around 3:30am to head back to our hotel suite for our poker marathon. Surrounded by bags of chips and diet coke, we spent nearly 6 hours playing Texas Hold’em, which for me really amounted to a painfully slow way of handing my money to my more-experienced compatriots. By next morning, one of the guys had to run to proctor an SAT exam, and the rest of us tested our spice tolerance with authentic Korean food. With no sleep the previous night, the car ride back to Boston was pretty much a blur. Though steak houses, strip clubs, and poker marathons will no doubt find their ways back into my life in the future, I was happy to be reminded again of genuine friends and good times.

If asked to describe London in one word, I’d probably say “expensive.” A week-long trip to the world’s 2nd most expensive city (after Tokyo) was probably not the best idea given the cost of a certain upcoming event. But it at least gave us a break from thinking about it. We arrived on Sunday and spent the afternoon at the British Museum, which featured not so much British stuff as stuff that Britain took from other countries, including parts of the Parthenon. On Monday, we climbed the winding stairs of St. Paul’s Cathedral, inspected the Crown Jewels at the infamous Tower of London, crossed Tower Bridge, squeezed passed rowdy kids in the HMS Belfast, and toured the authentically-replicated Shakespeare Globe Theater. For dinner, we treated ourselves at Zaika, where the 6-course Indian tasting menu showed our tastebuds a whole new dimension to the use of saffron. On Tuesday, we took a train from Paddington Station (yes, and bought a bear) for the city of Bath, where we sampled foul-tasting spring water from ancient Roman baths. Unfortunately, the Jane Austen Centre was closed and tours to Stonehenge were fully booked, so we returned to the city for the Sherlock Holmes Museum and the London Aquarium. On Wednesday, we awoke early to visit Windsor Castle and watch the changing of the guards. For lunch, we stuffed our faces with delicious fish and chips, and spent the afternoon holding our wobbly bellies as we toured the history of medicine exhibit at the Science Museum, and the endless corridors of the Victoria & Albert Museum. We finished the evening with Agatha Christie’s play, the Mousetrap, and more English pub food for dinner. On Thursday, we walked over famous people buried at Westminster Abbey, struggled past hoards of tourists at Buckingham Palace, watched horses training at the Royal Mews, and got a lesson in English history at the National Portrait Gallery and National Gallery at Trafalgar Square. Friday’s weather was wet and dreary, but was redeemed by a most satisfying full English breakfast (with blood pudding, yum!). We started by touring the Cabinet War Rooms / Churchill Museum, which were surprisingly well done. Afterwards, we took a short cruise down the Thames, checked out Princess Diana’s wardrobe at Kensington Palace, and had afternoon tea at the Orangery. In the evening, we browsed through the eccentric exhibits at the Tate Modern and took a chilly stroll along the river. By the time we got on the plane Saturday, we were both exhausted and I has half-limping on my left knee, which I probably twisted walking to all the places we visited. Looking back, I’m still amazed at how much we covered in one week. I guess we really wanted to get the most out of our London Pass. Now back home, the prospect of leaving the patient-free haven of radiology for my sub-internship at MGH tomorrow is sending chills down my spine.

As my radiology rotation comes to an end, I’ve pretty much concluded that I will not be a radiologist in this lifetime. Perhaps it’s the lack of patient contact, or maybe it’s just my narcoleptoid behavior in dark rooms … but at this point, I’m just glad I passed. Over the past weeks, despite the constant struggle to keep up with wedding plans, it has also been fun as gifts from our registry arrived at our doorsteps on a near-daily basis – almost like an extended Christmas! Even the UPS guy figured out that we were getting married. Our second Wii controller also came in the mail at last, along with Wii Play, so look out for some more mid-air swinging action in the near future!

There comes a point when you need to work really, really hard to step back and appreciate the big picture. Over the past few weeks, we got to meet with all our vendors again to go over the plans for our wedding day. Inevitably, little issues began to arise. First, it was the appetizers that our caterers claimed to have been a typo. Then it was the sea bass for our entree that turned out to be endangered. There were also tons of painful details to hammer out. Do we want tall or short flowers? Cake cutting before or after the dinner? Chivari chairs or chair covers? We were up several nights just choosing songs for each segment of the event. There were also the guestbook and wedding favors which we foolishly decided to make ourselves. Meanwhile, we’re still awaiting responses from delinquents who are still sitting on our invitations. At some point, between all the emails, driving around, phone calls, and more emails, I just had to sit back, take it all in, and remember what the day’s about, and how much I look forward to it.