Commercial Law EXAM and then FUN!
If Swerdloff has an exam on December 16, 1999, and it's in commercial law, he should:
And that's how my commercial law exam went. The most sadistic multiple choice exam ever. I have no idea how I did. Wasn't that bad though, the exam was only 5 hours long.
On my way home, I took my tattered sign out of my bag, and was stopped at 12th and University by a man who said "hey, I know you... I'm Emma's friend." Took me several hours to place Emma. She co-runs nervecenter, and I met her at the party for Homepage. Made a little more sense after I put the pieces in place, but still, it was nice to be stopped on the street by someone who knew who I was.
So saying: if you see me, stop me and say hi.
Right.
Walked home with the sign, called Michelle and had a pleasant chat, and bought the new Preacher special. Lousy. Damn.
Went to a party for DDB Digital over at Gaslight. First drinks I've had in weeks. Screwdrivers, of course, the bartender looked at me a little funny, since I was the first to show up, and ordered such a sissy drink. The guys at the bar were the bouncer, and two roughnecks who knew the bartender. Pleasant folks, I assume. No hint of a snarl when I sat down and drank my little fruit juice concotion. I figure, hey, it's winter, I don't wanna get a cold, may as well get some vitamin C in me.
When the rest of the staff started to show up, I was already on my third. Good to see them, good to see the people that I worked with months ago. Lots of new faces... many many very pretty women, and the guys I report to were all there. Good to get out and be social, better to get out and be business social, see work-folks in nonwork setting. I kept drinking the whole time I was there, 7-10. Got introduced to some of the new faces, people all were interested in how Law School is going (quite well, actually) and whether I was coming back or not. It's good to be noticable. Yep, I'm going back there on January 3. Back to building sites and having disposable income again. Man do I miss that.
At 10, Dori called, to say she was going to be late for our scheduled rendezvous across town. I didn't mind, I was going to be late too. Fairly drunk and already a bit wobbly, I made it to the L, crossed town (had some deep thoughts about a train that cuts a wide swath directly across the town but I've already forgotten them) and ended up the same place I normally end up. Standard. Dori was coming from her Kung-fu session, so she was all wired, and I'm still drunk from my last party. Had a good time with her, and Ethan showed up halfway through. He got tired of the smoke after a bit and took off. Things get hazier here, as I got more drunk. Some guy named Yoni (short for Yonatan, but still funny) asked Dori what we did, and she was able to say "I run my own business" and "I'm about to be a lawyer" was mine. That actually felt really good. The kid we were talking to was a "writer" although that meant a copy writer for an ad agency, hey, he's as much a "Writer" as I am a lawyer, right now.
Damn fine time with Dori. Shouldn't've had that last drink, almost definately. Afterwards, we went for falafel and a gyrao down at Cafe Rakka. Yum.
I got home and... yup, I was right, that last drink did me in. Twenty minutes into being home, the spinning head wouldn't stop, and then neither would the projectile vomiting. Fortunately, I'd found my toilet before losing my Gyro.
Mental note: drink less.
Tommorow is going to hurt my head, I think. Hangover city.
Tommorow: paper, and probably go to the Met to see some art, which I haven't done in a damn long time.
In Other News:
It's now 2 weeks since I've been to the gym. I'm deflating. I'm not happy with that. My abs are melting. Crap.
With luck, I'll update my weekly over the weekend. No promises, though.
How is your holiday season so far?
Posted by Swerdloff at December 16, 1999 03:36 PM
