They Really Don't Serve Beer in Hell.

THURSDAY 5/7

Second day of veterinary school began with our Clinical Skills course; basically a 1.5 hour lecture on playing with puppies and kittens followed by 2 hours of actual playing with puppies and kittens. One the way back to campus we stopped for a coffee break at the beach and were informed by a local woman that the SMU vet school has a wonderful reputation and are well respected. As opposed to those med students who just party all of the time.

Paul, Kip, me, and Robin.



Kip mulling over how Awesome he is.

The afternoon consisted of a 1 hour lecture with our Dean on 'why we want to be a vet' because that was apparently not addressed enough in our personal statements or interviews. There were 2 more unsuccessful trips to the bank (I sense a trend) and an afternoon trip to Hell. We met Ivan the devil, a nutty old guy who built this completely tourist-trap souvenir shop in Hell, and he dresses like the devil each day hanging out with the plethora of people who visit his shop daily. Ironically (or not?) he's a born again Christian. Who dresses like the devil. In a place called Hell.

While there we searched high and low for someplace that serves beer in hell, however it seems that place closed down some time ago. We had to drive into West Bay, which reminded me a little too much of St. Kitts, to a liquor store that bosted the Cheapest Beer on Island. Yeah, by like 50 cents. While searching for beer, a homeless guy accosted the car in search for two dollars. I believe his exact words were: "Ro dun yo winda. Gimmie two dolla." The guy was pretty damn insistent. If he had been just a little bit nicer we might have shared a beer with him in Hell, but he was just a little too creepy to actually roll down the window. If I had, there was a good chance I would be on the pavement and the car would be gone with my new friends held hostage.

I was just glad I had two guys in the backseat who I am sure were both ready and willing to leap out of my little rental at a moments notice. Right.

Eventually we made it back to Hell with some beers, only to be shot down by Ivan with that whole born again thing. But we were informed that we were free to drink our beers anywhere on the island so long as its not in the car while driving.

This is Hell. I especially like the grammar.

This totally looks like a fake blue screen shot, just how the sun was shining that day.

Paul, Robin, me, and Kip in Hell. Where we belong.

They weren't kidding. Whew. We were beginning to think all hope for cheap booze was lost.



Hell Post Office.



Kip attempting to demonstrate how Awesome he is.



Ivan took this shot for us. He's so hitting the gin & juice behind the counter.



This was totally Kip's idea. He orchistrated the entire thing.

We so belong in Hell.

Later that evening we did a little anatomy studying (not much too study at this point) and had another movie night (I shared with my dearest classmates Kip and Robin my Adopt an Animal Friend TV show that I used to tape for the Humane Society. They were amused. I think.)

FRIDAY 5/8

We started our morning out with a little Dead Puppy time, where I was finally feeling smart for once. Doesn't seem to matter to everyone that I've been there before; it's still impressive that I blurt out the right answers. Well, I say impressive. I'm pretty sure they would use terms like irritating, obnoxious, cause-for-knee-shattering.

That afternoon was free once again, due to the continued absence of our dear Professor Kumar. We took advantage of our free time investigating the island a bit. Kip, Robin, Paul and I checked out the turtle farm, Dolphin Discovery, had lunch at the Best Burgers Ever place, and finally stopped at the bank for again where (finally) my money had cleared and I was able to buy my car! Pictures to follow.

Friday night was the long-awaited JagerMonster Full Moon Party at CJs. After such a long and stressful week of socializing and investigating and worrying about our histo prof, it was nice to just kick back and down unbelievable amounts of Black Label scotch.

The Pre-Party at the dorms. Grey Goose and OJ and Good Times.

A crazy bunch of holligans. Mr. Beau Beaus (Kip's roommate), Kip, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, me (behind Travis), Robin, and Travis (aka Where's Waldo)

Kip giving me some lovin.

I don't remember taking this picture. Guess I should just be glad my top is still on.



Kip being Awesome. Again.

Yeah. I really don't have much to say about that night. Me + Scotch = whatthefuckwereyouthinking.

SATURDAY 5/9

Recovery phase. Slept in basically all freaking day. Checked out the new theater with Star Trek (which was awesome), had dinner at the sushi restaurant near campus (expensive), and a laid back evening at home.

I'm pretty sure I swore off liquor scotch at least three thirty a million times.

SUNDAY 5/10

Sunday we drove out to Rum Point which despite its name is really just a crowded beach for the secluded gazillionaires who live on the outskirts of the island and who don't like dogs at their beach. Poor Ruby was seriously offended. Thus we left Rum Point for an area just past it and had lunch at a place called Kaibo’s. Nothing to write home about, although I was a fan of those Conch Fritters. Kip begs to differ.

We did get to drive around the entire island, which in total came to about 60 miles one-way. It was interesting, and there are some fantastic houses out there...but that's about it. Probably won't bother going out that way again.

Thus ends our wild and crazy adventures during the first week of classes. Classes are in full swing now (read: Histo prof has returned with no explanation and so far no make-up times), so I probably won't be updating this very often as shenanigans will be kept at a minimum.

However there is this vet school barbecue on Friday afternoon.....