Mrs. V and I have a biweekly ethical dilemma brewing, and I imagine it will always present itself in one form or another. Friday, you see, is Bible Study Night. Friday is also debauchery night, going way back. Being the chaste man that I am, Bible Study Night usually wins out, but, alas, this week was never meant to be.
My thesis advisor (I know, right) invited me out to play at some charity poker tournament tonight, and I really want to take his money. I billed it as a "networking opportunity" to Mrs. V, and she ate that up. So, instead of meeting with friends and discussing the discipline of solitude, I'll be meeting up with a room full of individuals who started the night caring about the poor, and will end the night poor themselves.
I have this mental picture of the foreign service, and this night plays into it perfectly. In my head, weeknights as a PD officer will constantly be divided between two extravagant galas on either ends of an exotic, remote capital city. I need to be present at both, but even my excellent driver (named Pagoda in my head) can not manage to get me to both places, so I have to choose. Which event will I attend myself, and which will be privileged enough to have me represented by my beautiful wife? I know from reading blogs that this is a hopelessly provincial and naive view of how things go, but little delusions like these keep me motivated, so don't you dare burst my bubble, comments section.
Oh yeah, hey, we also got our Med. clearance this morning. One down, one to go!
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I mean, it doesn't have to be two glamorous galas. What about choosing between meeting the Pope and Nelson Mandela?
Congrats on the MED clearance! Yay!!
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