wow! fun times last week. as i told nick parish, i realized once again that from next june until, um, FOREVER, it will be all work all the time, so i am embracing the relative flexibility of my current schedule. in other words: carpe diem, bitches.
weds. was the guest bartending event for the LRAP, at a random bar in the south loop that i found that does that sort of thing. it ended up being really fun, although actually bartending was one of the most stressful tasks i have undertaken in a long time. mercifully, i was only only on call for an hour, at which point i got to drink for free and eat TATER TOTS. lots of folks showed up, including john hiltz, pretty much the only person i truly liked from law review, and the roommate. then went out and met my best homegirl erica, who was in town for work, at some other random bar in that grey area between the west loop and ukie village. i got really real and danced a lot with her 21-year-old-friend (male readers, you missed out) and sang a pretenders song.
thursday i got moderately real and rocked out and saw the hold steady with parish. so much fun, he is truly one of the good guys. catfish haven brought it as well. and the return of sean na na fed my conviviality, although i preferred their/his stage banter to the songs. except for "princess and the pony", which i might have been the only one in the audience to recognize/care about, out of sheer nostalgia, until he dedicated it "to 1999" at which point, the nostalgia evaporated and i just felt old.
on both thursday and friday, the universe truly dealt me get out of jail free cards, because i was not just not hungover, but, irrationally exuberant, so to speak. maybe there were three cards, because i later found out that our occasionally cool, violently passive-aggressive, turbo-bitch of a litigation secretary, was at the show (and got to PARTY WITH THE BANDS) but i had no idea at the time.
friday was bananas. spent at work. one of those days where either everyone was crazy and i was sane, or vice versa, 50/50 odds. just plain weird. started the day with no work, ended the day with too much work, in the process repeatedly laughed harder than i ever have in my adult life as the eccentricities of all my coworkers were somehow amplified a thousandfold and i hit late-day frustration at the absurdity of the particular task i had been given. i swear, it was like, "can you pull a couple recent first district cases on the meaning of life? thanks." so i was a little fried. seriously, if 200 laughs equal 10 minutes of rowing, then i have a six-pack now. ask schad.
finally slept for something like 10 hours on friday night in anticipation of our halloween party the next day. which was really, really fun. lots of people ended up stopping by, many in costume (parish made a particularly ghoulish appearance as HIMSELF.) quote of the evening occurred early on, when this girl, who works in pediatric psych research, explained that she had "taken a year off to work with recreational drugs." as in conducted studies on same...but HA. i defy any of my many brilliant science-oriented friends to drop THAT line in a job interview. one of our neighbors even made it, who is a physicist. like all my neighbors, i barely know him, but potential conversational awkwardness was avoided as van dyke, ever the dark horse, displayed a heretofore unknown avocation for physics. yay for party mingling synergy. best costume would be a tie between this kid in what looked to be a legitmate nasa jumpsuit and caitlin's friend molly, who went as tippi hedren from "the birds." no, seriously. she sported retro attire and wore one of those novelty headbands with little birds suspended over it, but also liberally applied the fake blood. honorable mention goes to caitlin's boyfriend taylor for going as walker, texas ranger (see photo). you can't fuck with chuck norris.
now am rededicating myself to running and studying until this week gets even crazier. on wednesday the entire o'connor clan is going to south bend to see my uncle coach his college basketball team at a tournament at notre dame, where my other uncle teaches. the parents are picking me up at work, and i am truly excited. even my cousin who is a 1L is going. at the other end of the spectrum, saturday morning, i take the "multistate professional responsibility exam." for unknown reasons, parish and schad and i all got stuck with the testing location of kennedy king college, which is roughly located at 68th and bumfuck. and i just found out that i have to go take--and pay for--a passport photo for my exam ticket. whatthefuckever. that should be a fun morning. thankfully, due to loren's reliable contribution of a wine cube and parish's donation of the leftover abita from the hurricane student network benefit, caitlin and i have enough leftover alcohol to survive an apocalypse.
that is all!
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