Laissez Les Bon Temps Roullez! (or however you spell that)

I have to admit I'm having serious motivational problems with this paper. I mean, let me put it this way: I actually did laundry today. Laundry. I did laundry. I even considered doing something drastic like sweeping or washing my full sink of dishes for about a second. Don't get me wrong, I've been in the library, I've done some major time trolling LexisNexis for relevant case law; hell, I've read about 30 cases on the Americans with Disabilities Act (and some of those Supreme Court Justices should seriously consider taking a class in Writing Style); but I just can't make myself sit down and write the damn thing.*

So tonight I've decided the best way to get over this funk is, naturally, to go out. It's Mardi Gras afterall. Wouldn't that make me a sinner or something if I didn't party the day before Ash Wednesday? Because I think that has something to do with Lent...or something? Work with me people, I'm digging waaaay back to my Christian roots here. Anyway, for tonight's festivities I intend to start somewhere called Lion Pub or something like that for drinks celebrating Robyn's birthday. (Happy B-Day Byn!) and I will end the night at Trannyshack. Everything in between is up in the air, but it promises to be a party worthy of Mardi Gras. Oh yeah, and the best part is, my escorts this evening will be my new ex-competitive figure skater friend Hung who is simply fabulous, and Elina the rockstar who is always down for a good time. And, uh, tomorrow I'll get right on that paper.

*That has got to be the most Faulknerian sentence I've ever written.

Keepin' it Real, Yo

The paper is off to a slow start. I spent the weekend partying way too hard and sleeping way too little. But it was worth it. There's nothing quite like having a bunch of fabulous gay men fawn all over you and tell you how gorgeous you are to lift your spirits. (That's right. Someone called me gorgeous for the first time in my life.) And speaking of spirits, I'm proud to announce that I finally got Bryan drunk. That's right people, drunk. Who can say no to Patron shots? Of course now that the party animal Bryan is born, he is leaving me. I know at some point I'm going to have to start dealing with the fact that he'll be off to NYC in a month. But not now. First my husband leaves me, now my gay husband follows suit? It's too much for a girl to bear.

But anyway, I took last night off and I'm planning on working late tonight too. I am in law school afterall. I was talking to a friend last night (one who's also dealing with the residual effects of a bad breakup) about the whole self-medicating, partying, pushing yourself a little too far phase. I know it's not the "healthiest" place to be, but it's helping right now. And as long as I don't have another night like the one when Michael was in town, I think I'll be okay.

One Night in Tahoe

Tahoe was fun. Lots of snow and partying. Alas I didn't get to try snowboarding. Long story. Elina has some interesting photos of me and the little Brazilian boy toy I picked up at the club. If she ever emails them to me I'll post the PG ones. Awww! Now it's back to the grind. I'm getting my Legal Research and Writing take-home final on Friday. I'll have a week to do it and no classes, so I'm hoping to knock it out in the first few days and then have a mini-vacation. Or spend the rest of the week working on my outlines. We'll see how that goes. Oh yeah! I got an interview this Friday for a summer internship in El Salvador. I'd be studing immigration issues at the Centro de Derechos Humanos at the University in San Salvador. Wish me luck!

And another thing, it's been so gorgeous the last couple of days. And being in Tahoe and seeing how gorgeous it was there was revitalizing. Now I'm dying to go camping/hiking asap. Anyone in?

Ups and Downs

Well, last weekend was fun, as long as you don't count the 24 hours or so where I was dealing with three men who were very very angry with me. Also, I guess you can't consider the hour and a half block of time that has been entirely erased from my memory as much fun since, well, I just don't know what I was doing or where I was. But there was the drag show: awesome. And the long walk on the beach: amazing. And several trips to Amoeba: tantalizing.

Oh yeah, and I got inked! That's right, I got my very first tattoo. I'm pretty stoked about it. I don't have a camera anymore, so unfortunately no pics. Maybe someday.

Of course, now it's V-Day and all I can think about is my husband spending it with his new girlfriend. So that's no fun.

I've Got Friends in Low Places

Last night I caught up with an old friend that I haven't seen or talked to in years. I love those conversations where you give a quick synopsis of the last several years of your life. Somehow everything that seemed so important and involved at the time becomes something barely worth mentioning, if at all. And even though you both know there are huge gaps in what you know about each others pasts, it feels like you hung out just last week. The crazy thing is that whenever this friend and I finally catch up, no matter how much time has passed, there are always these weird parallels in what we've been through. Strange synchronicities.

This weekend I'll be hanging out with another old friend. I have so many fun things planned for us I can't wait. And the weather's been unbelievable lately, so we'll have lots of options. And next weekend I'm heading to Tahoe with a bunch of my peeps. Then I got an email this morning that another friend is heading my way in early March, and then there's another friend coming later that month. And of course, there were all those people that visited me last semester...

I am loved. How I'm going to fit law school in with all this socializing is an entirely different matter.

Contracts on the Brizain

So you know how I got that A in Contracts? Yeah. I got the top grade in the class, people. Boo yah.

Your Average Week Night

Saw a great movie last night, which turned into drinks at a newly discovered bar that serves $3 Jameson's shots on Tuesdays (dangerous), which led to the club around the corner from my house, which led to some pretty intensely erotic dancing with a person I should NOT be dirty dancing with. Which leaves me feeling hungover and sheepish and wondering how awkward it's going to be the next time we see each other.

Everyone had a blast though. And when we were leaving the first bar for the second some guy handed me a flyer and said, "We're having a party on Friday and I really want you to come dance there." Yeah. I've still got it.