I think I celebrated my birthday on more days this year than any other year. And for the boring number 31! What a lucky girl I am. The final fiesta for my new age happened last night at Magnolia, a remarkable mid-week rally of med schoolers. Amid reminiscing about our recent vacations and discharging stress abo
ut "transitional clerkship," I revisited a tasty Mags beer I often neglect, the Blue Bell Bitter. You can see from Megan's face how much she was digging her Cole Porter. Scott briefly strayed from his all-IPA-all-the-time routine to try the Oysterhead Stout... only to take home a growler of Proving Ground. Not even a seafood brew can derail that man.
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