Your Friends are OLD

So last night I'm out with some friends. Lolo was there of course (she and I are kinda inseparable), Lizzard, Lizzard's boyfriend M, and Ralph. For a re-cap, Lolo is an epidemiologist, Lizzard is getting her PhD in Epi, M is a fellow, and Ralph is an attending. Got it? Ok.

So we got some din-din (sushi, bleh), got caught up on the New Orleans real world episodes (bleh, bleh) and then headed out to get some drinks. The Bridge Lounge is an ok place, minus the smoke and the occasional piles of dog vomit you could step in bc it's a dog bar as well, but they have one thing going for them... that's that they make the most ridiculous key lime martinis on earth. So we went.

Upon arrival, it just so happens that a good portion of my class is there. Including my cutie patootie ex-lab partner Panda. Who admits to reading my blog (XOXO). So I chit chat a bit and begin to introduce him to my friends. To which he promptly denies me, peeking over my shoulder with a look of reluctance. "Who ARE they?" I then recount the above resume, to which he replies "Man, your friends are OLD!! I think I'm going to pass"

And seriously folks, he was serious. But I don't get it. When I was twenty-oh-something, I would have been totally stoked to be introduced to older people higher on the food chain in my field in a social setting. No?