Doc Holiday (Part 2)

So it's a couple of days before they arrive, and Ben gets a phone call from one of these doctor-triathlon friends (we'll call him "Steve"), who was planning to visit Vermont to see M. and E.  It was going to be our first Christmas alone--just the two of us, which was, perhaps, a sad prospect.  So when we discovered that Steve might want to come up a night early, it seemed only natural to offer him a night on the pull-out.  Which, as I've mentioned before, is exceptionally firm and located in the living room. The living room very near to the road.  So you hear the late-night crowd accelerating around the corner all night.  I guess it's the gesture that counts, right?

Since we were now having a party, we invited another good friend (who, incidentally, we also met through M. and E.), and the four of us spent Christmas Day together.  As I recall, there were large quantities of cheese and Taboo involved.  Over the weekend, there was no shortage of medspeak. And there may have even been a lecture on evidence-based medicine. But when it came time to cook Christmas dinner, the boys piled into the bike room.  I thought it was impressive to fit three of them, but that was nothing compared to the next day when we squeezed yet another trainer in! Erica and I took that as our cue to hit the Church Street Marketplace.

I'm coming to realize that this is a unique community.  With friends in various stages of medical education, you never know who's going to be on-call or alone for the holidays.  And it's important to take care of each other. :)