My friend Matt had his dissertation defense today and I wasn’t able to be there. In my head, I also had it pegged as happening next week, which didn’t help. I’m upset because it drags up memories from when I was in a gang, growing up on the mean streets of Dalton, MA. The first rule of the gang: you don’t miss your friend’s dissertation defense. It’s a good thing I made all that up or I might have a contract out on me right now.
Mostly I’m disappointed because, even though Matt wasn’t very specific about it, I’m pretty sure that he was going to be defending his dissertation against ninjas. Or Libyan terrorists. Either way, I’m sure it was a show I’ll sorely regret missing.
And I understood there were refreshments afterwards. I missed those too.
So Matt, does this mean that we have a punchline now if someone asks, “Is there a doctor in the house?”