It’s that time again in Michigan. That time, about mid-way through the summer, when it becomes glaringly apparent why I moved here (besides that thing about residency). You can pick ALL the things yourself.
Goodbye Starbucks in West Village (and hello Gold Card).
Goodbye lady who wrote “Honey” on my iced coffee cup instead of “Hannah.”
Goodbye low-talking barista who has to say everything 3 times…to everyone…followed by, “Sorry, I know I talk softly.” THEN TALK LOUDER.
I’m going to tell you the best part about starting year 2 of med school. It’s going to make me seem like a bad person when I tell you what it is, but I feel like we might be close enough for you to forgive me.
Do you have your fancy pants on?
Go find them!
These bars have champagne in them. Champagne means fancy pants!