I needed to kick my own ass to go do something new

One of my patients had her quincinera tonight. I wasn't sure yesterday if I was gonna go, with my temporary infirmity and all, but I resolved to go on my way home from NUR last night. I figured it would be a new experience, and I needed to kick my own ass to go do something new.

So I put on a shirt and tie and drove out to Stickney for it. She was really happy I showed up, and it was a decent Sunday night. I only knew two or three people there, but it was still fun to watch. My Spanish is so bad I only understood one word in three. But it was interesting to note the cultural differences from the way I grew up. This community was much less affluent, but also had deeper social roots, and an ability to switch between formal social roles and casual relationships that was lacking with most of the large social groups I encountered in my younger days.

I didn't stop at Krispy Kreme on the way back home despite being two minutes away from hot fresh Krispery Kremery donuts and cool chocolate milk. I'm pretty proud of myself for not eating a dozen donuts in one sitting like that.

The rest of my day was spent recuperating in front of The West Wing. Thankfully tomorrow is a day off, too.