Coming home... Kinda

For the past couple weeks this has been my walk to work... Not bad eh?

Thanks to Peter Hackett I've had a place to crash, a ski pass, and the opportunity to see some great high altitude pathology. Dr. Hackett is one of the pioneers in the area of high altitude medicine, and has experienced the effects firsthand on several occasions, most notably during his ascent of Everest. Elizabeth and I worked with the Institute for Altitude Medicine while living out here a few years ago, and I figured this would be a great pitstop on my ride from Denver down to Albuquerque.

It's been great being back, a few things have changed but many familiar faces remain. I fell straight back into the powder-hound mode, while also helping out in the clinic. So far I've been able to see and help treat some orthopedic injuries, several AMS patients, and a HAPE patient who sauntered into the clinic with O2 sats in the low sixties.

My folks couldn't handle me hogging all this mountainous beauty, and drove out here last week during their time off... We had a blast hiking, cross-country skiing, and barhopping around town. You guys are awesome; I love the spontaneity and I'm glad you made it out... the love of the mountains must be genetic.

As my time here grows to a close, the feelings are bittersweet... I love this town; the work, the people, the pow... at the same time I'm stoked about the wilderness medicine elective in New Mexico. We will be camping in snow caves in Taos, hiking the Grand Gulch in southern Utah, and learning how to provide medical care in some of the most extreme circumstances imaginable... It should be an awesome primer for the Himalayan Health trip in April, and should provide some good tales...

all for now

Lambo out

Los Angeles- A 3 day bender.

Welcome to Hollywood

After a busy month in the Denver Health ED, a last-minute change of plans to leave Denver and head to Telluride, and a helacious day of airport bar-hopping thanks to some lovely Real Estate agents from New Hampshire, I arrived in L.A. to "relax" and see the guys play the Viper Room.

My friend Jared Hooper, a sommelier originally from Brooklyn who crashed with Liz and I for a bit in Telluride, is currently living in Hollywood. So of course we had to get together and rage a bit. We began innocuously enough, strolling down to the beach to say hello to the Pacific before grabbing a happy hour brew. What followed was an all out onslaught on our livers which began with a tasting at Whole Foods (incredible, making groceries, gettin' buzzed)... and led to a pub crawl over to the Dresden. Now the Dresden holds a special place in my heart, and is actually what my friends an I called our favorite place in Oxford back in college. It was made famous by "Swingers" and I was lovin' every minute. We sipped Manhattans, listened to some jazz, and checked out all the "beautiful babies" before heading to In-N-Out for late night.

The following day, we strolled down Hollywood Blvd, people-watching and sipping Chimay before grabbing Jared's girlfriend Erica, and heading to check out some art museums. After this artwork, Jared and I headed to Jumbo's for some more "au naturel" artwork. I will say that, in my opinion, the appeal of both the go-go girls and the Richard Serra artwork lies in the curves... Zing!

Because of Jared's position as a professional wine enthusiast, we decided the Stars of Santa Barbara tasting should be on the agenda for the following afternoon. Relying on my bartending experience and Jared's connections, I was able to attend the Trade Show version of the tasting, which was held at the disgustingly lavish Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. I had to grin as we tossed the Subaru keys to the valet, then stepped between a Bentley and a Ferrari to gain entry to the booze... The day was incredible, and we had the opportunity to taste a mind-boggling array of grapes from all over Santa Barbara...

Now, the inciting event that led to this trip was the Viper Room gig... Which, of course, rocked. Jared and I rode over to Sunset a bit early to pre-game with the fellas before the show. We spent the night jammin' with a shit-eating grin plastered across my face and a cold PBR plastered to my palm... I wish you'd been there.

Damn, good times.

Damn good times.

Damn. Good. Times...

Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler!

After a month in the snow I was looking forward to heading down to Nawlin's for a little warmth, humidity, and oysters...

My interview with the LSU Emergency Medicine Department just happened to fall on the day following the NFC Championship victory over the Vikings... and the whole town was going batshit crazy by the time I touched down at Louis Armstrong. With traffic on Canal at a standstill, and drunken revelers all around, I opted to grab my duffel and join in the melee. Walking to my hotel with a Big Ass Beer, I couldn't stop grinning. I love this town.

Elizabeth had driven down to meet up for a few days before heading to Oz, and after dropping off my gear we promptly bellied up to a nearby bar and ordered a couple dozen oysters on the half and a couple Abitas.

If I had a buck for every time we heard "Who dat!?" this trip I could forego residency and buy an island somewhere. It felt like Mardi Gras and the excitement kept us jazzed until well into the morning... At 3am an entire marching band jammed down the alleyway as we watched from the balcony of the St. Ann. With a 7am interview day staring me in the face, I finally forced a few hours of sleep...

The following day, the "Who dats" kept coming, as each of the faculty members and residents we met during the course of the interviews had been up partying at least as late as I had. The day went well, and we were treated to an incredible lunch at Le Pavillon. I got the down-low on the program from Rusty Peeples, a Columbus, MS native and UMC graduate, who's a 3rd year resident. The place has made a dramatic comeback since the storm, and the training here would be pretty amazing...

Following the tour and a quick nap at the hotel, Elizabeth and I started happy hour up right with a bottle of bubbly while planning the night's hedonistic gustatory adventure. This town knows good food, good tunes, and how to throw a party. After a couple stops in the quarter for munchies, we ended up at K-Paul's for dinner. Paul Prudhomme, owner and chef, opened in 1979 and it has drawn quite a following. Delicious gumbo, succulent oysters, hearty fried rabbit, and savory turtle soup... this place is incredible.

After dinner, we wandered around the quarter for awhile before heading back to the hotel to dream of chicory coffee and fresh beignets. Nothing like a trip to the Big Easy to warm the bones, fill the belly, and punish the liver...

Oh, and I almost forgot...

WHO DAT!?

Randomness, Korean Food, and one Helluva Show

First off, let me say... Hooray, Howard is Dead! All further updates to this site will be conveyed on my shiny new MacBook... Howard will be burned, tied to a cinder block, and thrown into the sea.

Ok, so here's the story of how Korean food led me to purchase tickets to Los Angeles...

Last Friday I was cruising down 6th Avenue, ravenous, when I caught a blue neon sign that proclaimed "Seoul Food!" Being a fan of both Korean food and the occasional well-placed pun, (not to mention a Southerner) this shiny electronic proclamation struck several chords with me, and I wheeled in for a bite. Between slurps of a bowl of incredible chicken curry soup, I engaged in a little friendly banter with the waitress. She was a watercolor painter who had been living in Denver for a year now. Being the only patron, we continued to chat awhile and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she had moved up from Mississippi. Not only that, but she had lived for a time in Brookhaven... I was amused that the catchy neon sign outside had initiated the meeting of two wandering Mississippians, and I thought it might be cool to catch her next exhibit, so we traded info.

As I finished off my lunch and prepared to leave, she mentioned that some of her friends from back east were coming through playing a gig at the Walnut. I had the next morning off and am always ready for some live tunes, so I asked who the band was... "Come On Go With Us", she replied. Northwest Alabama/Northeast Mississippi's very own southern-folk-rock outfit... Chris Hurt (the bassist) dated SJH for a bit, and the guys crashed with Liz and I after a gig at George St. Tavern in Jacktown. The last show I'd seen was the 4th of July throwdown at the Lock and Dam in Columbus. I called Chris to get the lowdown on the venue, the roadtrip, and their post-show couch surfing plans... Now if that's not some beautiful randomness I just don't know what is.

The show that night was incredible. Besides a couple weeks around Christmas and Thanksgiving, the guys have been touring since the last show I saw and they looked phenomenal.

Lina, an aspiring Emergency Physician from Atlanta whom I had crossed paths with earlier on the interview trail, happened to be in Denver for the weekend and came out to see the guys. Highly impressed by the show, she even offered to house the guys for the night in her room at the downtown Marriott. You can imagine the security guards faces as six dudes trailed in at 2am toting sleeping bags and blow up mattresses... Ridiculousness.

If you haven't heard these cats, do yourself a favor and jump on http://www.myspace.com/comeongowithus. You won't be disappointed.

Oh, and about those tickets to LA?

Come On Go With Us, the Viper Room, February 3rd.

You can bet your ass I'll be there with bells on...

Oklahoma City, OK - Happy 2010!

Balloons, Confetti, Happiness...

After weeks of anticipation, a 9 hour drive, and a ridiculous number of security checks, we were amply rewarded by one hell of a show. The Flaming Lips New Year's Eve Freakout was an amalgamation of trippy tunes, trippier light shows, tons of confetti, and balloons, lots of balloons...

Wayne Coyne and the Flaming Lips have been pushing the acid rock/alt rock envelope since 1983, when he allegedly stole several instruments from a local OK City church and convinced his brother to start a band.

The piece de resistance began as the last seconds of 2009 ticked away... confetti flooded the arena, balloons covered the crowd, and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon was played in its entirety...

Big smiles, Very Big Smiles...

Heading West...

Hello and welcome to Lambo's World. If you're reading this you likely know that the next few months are going to be nuts and I thought this would be the best way to keep everyone informed as the adventure unfolds. My work in Mississippi is done, and my tentative winter/spring schedule currently consists of a month of working the Denver Emergency Department, followed by a roadtrip to L.A. (hopefully via Telluride), a month practicing wilderness medicine in New Mexico, and then meeting up with Lizzo for a bit of tramping and rural medicine in Northern India...

A ton of work lies ahead; however, as luck would have it, the Flaming Lips New Years Eve Freakout just happens to lie in the path that I plan to take to Colorado. Therefore, Lizzo and I will be ringing in 2010 alongside a motley crew of revelers in Oklahoma City. Check out the video feed below for a little taste of the action.

Happy New Year and enjoy the blog...