Last Weekend, Your Words

Note: This post is the result of a “My Weekend in Your Words” post, which can be found here. People demanded that certain words/phrases be used in this post and I, being the good little blogwhore that I am, complied. Words/phrases will be underlined and highlighted (unless they’re links, in which case they’ll be italicized).

THURSDAY
Did you know that weekends in law school start on Thursday? Me either. They really don’t. They usually start on Saturday afternoon and last until Sunday morning. But on this particular evening a gigantic group of 1Ls swarmed Yogi’s for the Patriots game. I got the worst service in the history of restaurant-going… I swear… this guy definitely did not have enough pseudo-flair and his attitude definitely reflected that. Once I was finally able to pay my bill I hung out at the bar for a very short while before heading home.

Pretty much all of the usual characters were there, and I’m not even about to go naming names, but it was amusing to hear the story about how Hasselhoff — one who I’d have picked for the rainbow party (not that there’s anything wrong with that) if I were being asked to judge — was making some really pathetic plays at a certain classmate and repeatedly getting shot down. I’m not sure he knew it, though — he seems a little dense… probably ended up with a bit of a priapism He’d probably have better luck trying to pick up a strung-out crackwhore. To a degree I do feel bad for him… it was pretty obvious he was looking for someone to play Brittney to his federheeezy so he could push stroke his four inches of fury and pass along all sorts of bloodborne pathogens and his 49 venereal diseases to some pap-smear-desperate pedicured whore. Maybe he ought to move to Canada… Canadian girls kick ass!

FRIDAY
Apparently Thursday night was hard on some folks… there were several folks walking into the school with coffee markedly stronger than the usual grande 1/2 decaf soy latte crap that they usually traipse around with. That night there were several alumni events and the school was all decked out with fake greenery and mini-carnations and shit. One of the events was on Friday. It started with a champagne reception at which I limited myself to only four glasses, and also at which I got to chat with some really interesting alums. That was followed by an award ceremony for three really awesome alumni who were recognized for their work in various fields over the years ranging from civil rights to “good little alumni” stuff… very impressive people. Probably would’ve strained their splenius capitis looking down on all of us had they not been so modest. The award ceremony was followed by a BASH! There was more chatting and more free alcohol. There was also food… and not just that hoity-toity snob food… you know, like salamander liver on an imported french cracker… we’re talking chicken fingers and stuff like that. I think I limited myself to four more drinks at that one also. Check out my temperance!

No, really… check it out.

Well, that finished up fairly early (10:00ish, maybe) and shortly thereafter a huge number of us made our way over to Scotty’s for … wait for it … KARAOKE. Yes, that’s right. Karaoke. It was pretty much the the party of the century fo sheezy. I did not sing, but I did limit myself to four… pitchers. Saying that I was good to go is probably an understatement. There’s that temperance again! There were a wide array of people out at Scotty’s and I really enjoy most of their company. I also managed to run into the only group of undergrads at the bar. Or that’s what it seemed like anyway… but they were pretty cool and managed to find me on the facebook earlier this week. Crazy times. I managed to roll back to Chez Pete around 3:00am… but not before getting to have a nice drunk conversation with my favorite Dawg. I think I’m a little more gregarious when I’m drunk than she’d normally care for, but she wasn’t sober either… so it worked out. I needed a tall drink of water when I got back… probably more like a grecian urn full of water… but I didn’t get one. So I was a little concerned when I was laying in bed that when I woke up the next morning I might not feel so hot… all I could manage to force out was some sort of onomatopoeic grunt before falling asleep. It was a fun time. res ipsa loquitur.

SATURDAY
Sunni and I had made tentative plans to go hiking at one of the thousands of parks scattered around this part of Indiana, and she was supposed to get back to me as to the specifics… but by the time I woke up on Saturday morning (around 9:00am… stupid law school sleep schedule) and started about my day only to receive a jokingly indignant phone call asking why I had never let her know what time we were going. When I reminded her that she was supposed to call some other folks and get back to me she eased up a bit, and we decided to go anyway, despite it being a little later than we had wanted to go before. We headed out to Brown County State Park which was really great — they have a pretty wide selection of short trails which link up at various parts so despite their longest trail being less than 4 miles I’d guess that we probably hiked 8 or 10. Only one of them was really all that difficult and that one only because we’re out of shape. Lots of interesting wildlife, though I’m fairly certain we didn’t see anything even resembling a venus flytrap, corn snake, or {holy-rolling jesus freak} that you might expect to see in a state park. Further, while nobody expects to see +(Highlight)platapi in a state park in Indiana, I was disappointed not to find one anyway… because that’s pretty much the coolest word ever.

We headed back to town, grabbed a late lunch, and then I came home to… sit around and do pretty much nothing. It was awesome. There was some football on and a little later another 1L called and invited me over to watch Love Actually with her and a few other 1Ls. The movie was good and we had a good time aside from a debate on their decidedly ill informed view that a scholarship and a small stipend is more than enough compensation for D-I atheletes who bring millions of dollars into the school. Somehow they thought “If they don’t like it, they don’t have to play” was an acceptible argument for not paying football players but didn’t work when applied to getting rid of minimum wage. Weird. After the movie I headed home and went to bed. I was starting to acquire a cold.

SUNDAY
Sunday I did very little besides studying. I recapped the previous day’s events in college football so I could vote appropriately in the Fanblogs XIV for which some of us are now being chastized by some Vol fan for not ranking Tennessee in the top 10 on the strength of their BLOWOUT seven-point victory over UAB. Freaking stupid Scum-Sucking Pig-Dogs. I can’t wait to go back to Tuscaloosa in late october to eat some good food, hang out with my favorite continuous-stirred-tank-reactor-using friends, and watch ‘Bama own the Vols. Roll Tide.

I also did some thinking and worrying about the state of my financial aid… which is allegedly en route… if it doesn’t come in soon I might end up being one of the many mendicant law students. But after that was all done… I went and studied. And that pretty much ended my weekend activities. Nothing even mildly scandalous, for which I am very sorry… I’ll try harder this coming weekend.

PS: This took me two hours. Sorry about some of the lame stretches — I just couldn’t spend any more time on it.