One of those double-take moments
I was walking down the street back from dinner with my family, and passed within three feet of Patrick Stewart. He was trying to politely deflect to attention of some rather enthusiastic woman in colorful punk clothing, and was surrounded by rather large men, so I didn't try to meet him or anything. But it was still pretty cool. Now I'm about to head off to Ireland for two weeks, having finished all of my Oxford work. And then I go home to dissect rat eyeballs, possibly followed by a cross-country road trip. Not bad, eh? If only I didn't have this little thing called "med school applications" hanging over my head. I think I'll survive though.