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49:365:2.1 Scars and Broken Hearts 2 - Irish Car Bombs
Soooo. Irish Car Bombs you say? I'm your girl.
In grad school, we almost always went to this one bar (which I was famously once heard to describe as, "Doll's Place. It's not the worst place I've ever been. It's just the worst place I keep coming back to." ) and drink cheap beer, and occasionally do shots. We often bet each other things - can you pick up that girl? Can you get that person to make out with you? Who can drink their Bomb fastest?
I got VERY good at drinking Irish Car Bombs fast because it meant a free round on the person who lost.
Where's the broken heart or scar, you ask?
Well, this was my psych grad school crew, and they were all flourishing in their research, publishing, going to conferences, blah, blah, etc. They had advisors and labs that actually supported and guided them. I did not. but for about 3 of those 4 years I assumed I was the weakest link instead of realizing the fault wasn't mine. Thursday night bar nights were very much a way for me to numb my wounds until I realized that.
And so, while ICBs are celebratory affairs for me now, I always remember them as part of the grad school bar tradition.
49:365:2.1 Scars and Broken Hearts 2 - Irish Car Bombs
Soooo. Irish Car Bombs you say? I'm your girl.
In grad school, we almost always went to this one bar (which I was famously once heard to describe as, "Doll's Place. It's not the worst place I've ever been. It's just the worst place I keep coming back to." ) and drink cheap beer, and occasionally do shots. We often bet each other things - can you pick up that girl? Can you get that person to make out with you? Who can drink their Bomb fastest?
I got VERY good at drinking Irish Car Bombs fast because it meant a free round on the person who lost.
Where's the broken heart or scar, you ask?
Well, this was my psych grad school crew, and they were all flourishing in their research, publishing, going to conferences, blah, blah, etc. They had advisors and labs that actually supported and guided them. I did not. but for about 3 of those 4 years I assumed I was the weakest link instead of realizing the fault wasn't mine. Thursday night bar nights were very much a way for me to numb my wounds until I realized that.
And so, while ICBs are celebratory affairs for me now, I always remember them as part of the grad school bar tradition.