Last Saturday Jeremy and I went to a Darwin Party. What is a Darwin Party? It is what separates us from other twenty somethings. Rather than get all dressed up to go "out" Jeremy and I got dressed up to depict our favorite evolutionary biology concepts. For anyone who cares, I went as an outlier.
Biology parties and the people who attend them are incredibly different from the public affairs (or really any) functions I've attended. For example, one friend wore a fur-lined tiara and had plush-toy microbes (ebola! influenza!) pinned to his red cape. Obviously he was representing the Red Queen Theory. Another friend came dressed as a Soviet police officer and brought his hatchet. At least we didn't worry about party crashers.
A shelf in the lunchroom of Jeremy's lab has a set of umm, bull parts on display in a jar. They are nicely labeled so there is no question as to what the jar contains. Why are they in the lunchroom? I'm not really sure. All I know is that they must appear in the refrigerator of the grad student lounge at the LBJ School before I leave.
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