I love NYC.

i've been a new yorker for one week and I'm already exhausted. but it's a good exhausted. like when you've just finished the tour de france and you can't quite decide if you have legs down there anymore and you are certain you deserve five quarts of mint chocolate chip. Only my only exercise is riding the subway at 4:45am every morning. But I love it. The residents and attendings at Montefiore Hospital are amazing teachers and surgeons. And they have been completely understanding about my getting lost in the labyrinth of 30 operating rooms. Highlight of the week was watching a robot perform a pharyngectomy on a patient with cancer. I've now decided I'm not going to practice medicine, instead I will purchase one of these robots and live my dreams off of his income. It will be a fulfilling relationship for both of us. The only down side to the Bronx rotation is that I don't think the east coast has gotten word of the 80 hour work week yet, as they are pushing 130 on a regular basis. So needless to say this weekend was long overdue, causing Valerie and I to live up every second of it. Friday was margaritas, quesadillas and lots of guacamole. Saturday was a morning of homemade eggs benedict, shopping for cardigans, and devouring cupcakes with with friends in Central Park. We started our evening at a wine tasting party at MOMA, an invite only event to welcome back The Starry Night to NYC. Our friend Robbie asked us to the party and we gladly welcomed Starry back with tasty complimentary wine and pretending to have something intelligent to say about VanGogh. Sunday was spent sleeping off the complimentary wine and ordering take out for every single meal. I love NYC.