Extra trivia night at the Hopvine.
The "Kate's an embarrassing team member" moment came when the question, "For a psychiatrist, what does PTSD stand for?" was asked, and I squealed, "Oooh!" ...you know, in one of those moments when the entire bar is silent and everyone can hear you. Yeah, just like that. But really, how could I not know that? I'm a medical writer! Or, as the other Hopvine patrons probably think, I was in Desert Storm or something and I'm happy that my condition is getting the recognition it deserves.
The really exciting thing came when I got home and checked the mail, and I saw that I had a letter from Jess. A letter--like with a stamp, and an envelope, and a piece of paper with handwritten text inside. I remember when we lived together she'd write these "letters" to people who lived far away, but I never imagined that I'd get one. So SO cool. Thank you Jess!