At the beach
Eventually, the post-doc returned to her homeland and a second post-doctoral position while she looked for permanent work. She kept in touch with the graduate student, though, and when an opportunity came up for the latter to attend a conference in York, England, the post-doc invited her to spend the preceding weekend in London. The post-doc took the grad student on a whirlwind tour of everything, maintaining both of them in a near-constant state of inebriation.
Some random grad student's flat
Okay, so you can't see me very well in that picture, because everyone was mind-meltingly pissed, including my advisor, who was holding the camera. But the black-stockinged leg in the foreground belongs to me.
They lost touch after the graduate student obtained her degree and went on to a post-doc of her own. Eventually, though, they were reunited in London, where they live approximately three blocks from one another. Yesterday was the post-doc's thirty-sixth birthday, and below we can see her former student showing this brilliant lady (who's now a staff scientist) her gratitude and appreciation for her continued friendship and mentoring.
Pubbing it
