No one liked the Mexican restaurant the grad students took the prospectives out to; no one but me. And I happen to think I have high standards on Mexican food. Maybe it was what I ordered: spinach enchiladas. Maybe it was the margarita pitcher that I had more than my fair share of. Anyway, all of the grad students and one post-doc didn't have compliments for this high end Mexican food, but not a single one was from the South.
This is another issue that bothered me when I visited Wisconsin. Not a single person there came from a place where snow is an uncommon occurence. One guy was from VA, but that's not really very Southern anymore. I mean, I think I could handle living up there, but data showing that no one else from the South live there implies some sort of causation.
After this first breathtaking account of Tales from Madison, I'm sure you're all thinking: ya know, this is nice, but I'd really like to see some pictures from these events. Well you're in luck because I have for you here two pictures encompassing half the dinner table, including the other two prospective grad students.
Frida's w/ Scottish Boozer, Pros. Candace, Married Grad, and a little of one of the many red heads
Firda's w/ Pros. Jon and Girl Whose Grandmother May Have Died the Next Day
Posted by tdupuy at March 4, 2004 5:24 PM