On Thursday morning, the helium finally dried up and life was able to slow down ever so slightly. I got some samples in on Wednesday morning when I knew it was going to be the last day for measurements so I worked on them for 14 hours. Finally, at 11:00 pm I started an overnight measurement that I calculated would run to about 9:00 or 9:30 in the morning and then I crashed. I slept in two hours late on Thursday, skipping my walk and strolling in to work at 10:00, an hour later than usual. At 9:00 I'm usually the only person there. At 10:00 on Thursday the lab was abuzz with excitement. Dr. Hari pinned me before I could even set my computer down and put my lunch in the fridge. "Have you looked at the data from overnight?! It's beautiful! I think this could be big." He pointed to several places on the graph and he was right. It looked pretty amazing. I spent most of Thursday and Friday analyzing the data I collected all day Wednesday and sent Dr. Hari a powerpoint presentation of the major results. It's now up to him to talk to our collaborators about the next move.
To celebrate the end of this epic, record-setting helium run and potentially exciting last day of the run, Dean took me to Chili's Thursday night. Let me just detour for a moment and say that I am not a big drinker. In my college days I drank as much as any other typical coed but in the last couple of years I have slowed down considerably. As a result my tolerance has plummeted. So at Chili's when I decided to let loose a little and order an El Presidente margarita, I should have known it would be trouble. It made me completely loopy. After finishing my buffalo chicken sandwich that I had been craving intensely I talked Dean into walking across the parking lot to Cold Stone Creamery. In short, Thursday night I got drunk and ate ice cream. It was everything I thought it could be and more. I had the Mint Mint Chocolate Chocolate Chip combo which consisted of mint ice cream with a brownie, chocolate chips and fudge mixed in with it. Since I am not the young chick I used to be, my tummy suffered greatly on Friday from the buffalo chicken-tequila-ice cream combination I had subjected it to the night before.
So what did I learn from that experience? Apparently nothing. Because I did it again last night. Dean took me to the Devil Rays game for Carl Crawford figurine night. We got there right when the gates opened so to kill time we went to the restaurant inside Tropicana Field for something to eat. Again, since I'm on a buffalo chicken kick right now, I ordered the "Buffalo Caesar" which is a Caesar salad with buffalo chicken strips on top. Why haven't more restaurants offered this delectable combination? The spicy chicken mixed with the cool dressing and crunchy lettuce was fantastic. And as far as I know it is only offered at the Budweiser Brewhouse at Tropicana field. I'm sure that's not true, so keep your eyes open for it. Since we were at the Brewhouse, I couldn't not have a Budweiser, so I did. It was one of the stadium cups. Then I had another at the pub in left field. And another during the game. I was wrecked. Dean had to pour me into the car after the sixth inning because he wanted to get home to watch the rest of the Twins game. I made him stop at Wendy's for a Frosty and French fries first. Again, the buffalo-beer-dairy combo didn't work out so well for me and I am a sickly lump of hungover laziness today.
Moral of the story: try a buffalo Caesar if you see one offered. Don't try it with too much liquor and ice cream. Go to Cold Stone Creamery. It's yummy. But only go if you are sober.