The Golden Foley Comes Home!!

Last night successfully concluded the class of 2006's 4-year quest for the Golden Foley. (If you're asking what the heck is that, picture this: a 7-year-old, half-filled 2 liter of Mountain Dew with a crusty, cracked urethral catheter affixed to the cap with masking tape. Aaahh, the trophy dreams are made of.) Following weeks of rehearsals and props filling our living room (yeah, I'm responsible for that cartoony looking thing in the pic...), we went to Frolics, our annual med student "dinner theater" competition, with high hopes.


Following pitiable or profane performances from underclassmen, our show went off without a hitch to nearly continuous laughs and applause. Dr. Metcalf, one of our staff surgeons, stole the show with a spoof on "She thinks my tractor's sexy" called "She thinks my retractor's sexy." Erica choreographed and danced the accompanying line dance with several of our classmates. Basically, they looked fantastic and I think everyone had a great time.


Afterward, we went out with several of our friends. I'll save the bar pics for an other time. (You owe me one Cari.) ;o)