Received from a friend yesterday afternoon:

We just got back from the chef's table lunch at restaurant's name deleted. (Eating at the 'chef's table' means you eat in the kitchen and get to watch them make the food.) There was an ice sculpture of the entire downtown skyline! We ate flower salads and fresh baked bread from the ovens and soft butter in the shape of roses and filet mignon with a wild mushroom ragout and sea bass stuffed with crab and purple potatoes and champagne glasses made from white chocolate filled with chocolate mousse and ribbons of chocolate with gold leaf musical notes and it was like Willy Wonka, you could pick it up and eat the whole thing.

Me, I spent yesterday afternoon arguing about new technology in cardio stents.

I am so in the wrong field.