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I drank some Crystal Light on the go fruit punch out of a big water bottle today. When I was in the potty, b/c all this water drinking makes me pee like it's my job, I noticed that I have a read Kool-aid moustache. Awesome. Except that it's not dark enough to really look like a Kool-aid moustache. So instead, it looks like I just waxed.

Also, I hate the "virtually indestructible" keyboards. They are an actual pain in the ass to type on, especially after using a laptop keyboard.

Everyday it seems like I have a little tidbit that I want to post on here, but don't want to take up an entire post with one line, so I wait to put them all up. Then I forget everything I was going to say when I actually sit down in front of a computer.

Plus, I have been keeping my home computer shut off because I think a fan is broken (well that's what I was told by someone when I said, "I think my computer is going to blow up. It sounds like a garbage disposal").

So there's not much new to say. I've been studying everyday. I had my candidacy interview, which was a waste of time. That's about it.

Does anyone have any good suggestions for iTunes downloads? I've been listening to my ipod while outlining and it seems to be doing good - I need some upbeat songs!

My siblings and I were planning on going camping at some point this summer. However everyone's weekends were booked. Then it just sort of fell out. Well this weekend, we all got together and played wiffle ball at Jeff's with Matt and Sam. Twas fun. We later played spades and Roll and I kicked ass.

Layla ran "away" to play with the neighbor's dog and as I was chasing her, I tripped over a tree root. Nothing broke or anything, but I had sticks in my hair and I found a leaf in my armpit when I took a shower later.

Jeff et al also invented a version of indoor bowling. They take coozies and put a baseball on the top of the coozies lined up in a typical bowling pin triangle shape. Then the use a "ball" made from a baseball, surrounded by tube socks and a dish towel and inserted into a Crown Royal pouch. It counts if you knock the ball off the coozie or if the coozie tips over.

There was another point that I wanted to make when I started to write this, but my eyes and brain are a little fuzzy from doing 8 hours of secured transaction work. Monday night needs better TV.

A few weeks ago, I was playing Never Have I Ever with my siblings and some of the Roll's friends.
One of her friends said, "Never have I ever...peed in the shower". And that's where I call BS.

Side note - don't play that game with your siblings unless you want to know things that you really didn't want to know about...unless you have some time machine that can erase your brain.

Additional side note - Roll and Jeff were "1" and "2" repecitvely (i.e. the first to 10 "wins"). They were also the only 2 to have been to jail. Go family!

Now, I am not saying that I frequently pee in the shower, but there is no way that I am going to deny it happening. At some point in their adult life, everyone has peed in the shower. I will not believe you if you say you haven't. Just like those people who say they've never lied; I say they're lying right then. Everyone has lied at some point in their life. Maybe it wasn't perjury, maybe it was over something little, but you lied, so don't say you didn't. Because you have. And you know it.

I also call BS on 24. I just don't buy it.

Also, I like the new Pepsi commercial that has the song about percentages and the puppy. I don't believe the percent and it won't make me switch to Pepsi (go diet Coke! and cherry Coke zero!) but the commercial is funny.

Additionally, Suave cocoa butter lotion doesn't smell like cocoa butter; it smells like cocoa. I'm serious. It smells like you opened a pack of chocolate instant pudding. And then rubbed it over your arms. Plus it lasts for awhile, so you end up smelling like pudding all day.

If anyone wants to know a law tidbit, police can follow a fleeing felon into someone else's house without a warrant if they're in hot pursuit. How hot? Real hot. (Sorry, that was really for Bex, who laughed so hard her eyes welled up when we discussed that as a possible answer to an essay question...yea we're dorks).

Memorial day weekend, my mom, sister and I went to New Orleans to celebrate my sister's 21st b-day. We went to NY for mine and we wanted to go somewhere we'd (at least Roll & I) had never been before, but could do in a weekend. Roll had already had about 5 b-day celebrations up to this point, and after this weekend, we decided that everyday will be her b-day for the sake of free desserts.

My mom hasn't given me all her pictures yet, as she is not what one would call computer savvy. She can't email them or something - I don't know what the problem was, but whatever. Roll sent me hers and I had a few too. I will post any good ones when I get them.

On Saturday, Roll and I left NC, for some reason had a layover in Cincinnati, and got to NO around 10 am. My mom met us there and we cabbed it to our hotel in the middle of the French Quarter. We dropped off our bags and went on a bus tour of the city. Our guide was George and he was nice, but a close talker in the mike so a lot of what he said was muffled. If I go back, I'm going to do the horse and buggy ride of the quarter instead. Holly fell asleep. My mom was sad because the last time she was in NO (30 years ago) there was a trolley, which is no longer (although they're trying to bring it back).


That night we went to Brennan's. It was ok, but the food wasn't that great and I wouldn't say it was really that fancy. Apparently it's a pretty big tourist place and hey, we were tourists. We had the Bananas Foster, which was created there. I don't like bananas, but the ice cream part was good and the fire was fun. They made Roll a weird bread person instead of giving her dessert. I will post a pic when my mom sends it.


The hotel was stupid and somehow gave our room away or something. So we ended up with a room with a king bed and an air mattress (not a roll away). That part happened before we went to dinner, and we got dinner the next night for free. However, when we got back to our room that night, after walking around Bourbon Street for awhile, there was no air mattress. So we had to call (2 or 3 times in 30 minutes) to get it upstairs. So that pissed us off more. But whatever. On Sunday we went to a small cafe for breakfast, which was good. Then we walked around the French market where Roll wanted to buy everything.

That afternoon we went on a swamp tour and rode a fan boat. Felix was our guide and was pretty funny and slightly un-PC. It rained a bit and was high tide so we didn't see any big alligators. We did about 4 or 5 that were "young" (i.e. 5 years old) that were about 4-6 feet. He also told us that the length of an alligator's snout in inches, is its length in feet, which is apparently true. We stopped for awhile to check them out and he threw marshmallows to attract them because they can see white easily. Then we got to hold a small one that Felix had named Henry. When you stroke him on top of the head, his eyes go all white. Twas cool.



After the tour, we went back to the French Market to shop and to stop in at Cafe Du Monde for coffee and beignets. The donut-like snacks come 3 to a pack and have about a pound of powered sugar in there with them. But damn, they are good. And Roll probably ate about a cup of the extra sugar. They sell the mix in stores and one of the sales guys was like, why would you bring a box of Bisquik back to someone?




We had dinner that night at Bacco, which was next to our hotel. It too was run by Ralph Brennan, but the food was much better...and we got dessert not a bread man! On Monday we had brunch at the Court of Two Sisters, walked around for awhile downtown, then headed home. At some point, I'm sure I'll go back, but it's not at the top of my list and there is no way I would want to go for Mardi Gras unless I was on a float or a balcony where I wouldn't have to deal with people and/or their vomit/pee etc. All in all, it was a good weekend.

Screw being a lawyer - I have discovered my third calling (the first being a job where I can watch TV and comment on it, the second being a job where I get to test out board/trivia games)...naming beer.

Check it out. First of all, I have never heard of these places (well I've had Dogfish Head...that sounds gross). Second, how sweet are those names? Yes, I'm in a bad mood, I would like a Surly Darkness. Or, I'm feeling kind of Russian today, maybe a nice Rasputin Russian Imperial Stout. Or maybe I'm really pissed at someone...Double Bastard Ale for me! Feeling like an 18th century romance novel? Slave Princess is the beer for you!

Too bad I've already invested money in this lawyer shit. I wish I had know about beer naming 4 years ago.