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I’ve been so damn lazy with the whole updating thing because things keep popping up here and there that have been sucking up my time.Work has been keeping my arse relatively busy, but there really isn’t anything particularly interesting I should mention other than the fact that I love getting taken out to lunch by the associates.There are some really cool people that work at this office and it’s great that I’ve had an opportunity to gain the experience and to work with some great people.I just hope that I get an offer at the end of summer so then all I will have to worry about is passing the damn bar exam.
I’m not so worried about school since I’ve been through the routine already and I know what to expect.The bar exam is a whole other story that I don’t particularly want to think about right now.Actually, I have a few friends taking the Bar as we speak… good luck to them all!
I’ve noticed this rather horrible trend recently of reverting to not-so-great drinking habits that I hope do not continue.I think over the past summer I’ve gotten trashed a few too many times.I got trashed in China two or three times and I’ve gotten pretty drunk a couple of times since I’ve gotten back from China as well.I’m not sure whether it’s pent up stress or whether it’s some latent alcoholic tendency within me that’s trying to scratch its way to the surface.I used to drink a lot in college and I have quite a few stories that I could tell all of you.I shudder to think that I’m reverting back to my behavior of the past where I would binge drink Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, wake up hungover the next afternoon, eat (lunch/dinner), and repeat again until Sunday afternoon where I’d finally take a break from the alcohol lust.
I sort of chalked it up to being young and stupid and that it was all in the past.However, since law school started, I’ve noticed that I’ve started to drink more frequently again.While I was working and living at home for the two years after college, I didn’t drink at all during the weekdays and reserved the weekends for mostly light drinking… now look at me.
Take last week for example… I went to my good friend D’s house on Friday night for a friendly game of Texas Hold ‘em.My friend K and I brought over a nice bottle of wine, one magnum of some cheap wine and a 12-pack of Newcastle (love that beer) to get the evening started.I had about 3 or 4 Newcastles during the game and proceeded onto some of that cheap wine.A magnum generally holds about 2 bottles worth of wine… I think only 3 glasses were consumed by others at the table and I proceeded to finish up the rest.I lost some pretty big hands where people were catching some f@#kin’ great cards on the river that just pissed the hell out of me.Anyhow, I continued to drink and someone had the bright idea of busting out some shot glasses and taking shots.I know I should’ve just stayed with the wine, but being the buzzed dumbass that I am agreed to some shots.For some reason I ended up getting the big shot glass and people weren’t exactly being precise about the amounts… let’s just say each shot I had was at least 1.5 times the size of everyone else’s.
I didn’t want to complain so I just downed it.We tried to get D to drink shots with us as well, but he just sipped his beer and refused.We tried to get him to participate by getting him to agree to down his beer if we all took a shot.He agreed.However, D just took a sip and laughed at us.I’m not sure why I got so upset, but I ordered him to drink his beer
and he just laughed it off saying that he always just drank a sip despite saying he’d down something… that he’d done it all through college all the times we drank together.I guess I never knew he had done that and it’s not a huge deal, but I got really emotional about it and said:“How could you?After all the time we’ve known each other and you’ve lied to me all this time?”(I guess in a way I felt betrayed even though it was something relatively minor.My emotions were magnified by the alcohol and I felt like somehow our friendship was a total farce.
)I started tearing up and made my way to the front door to leave with K trying to console me…hahaha.It’s pretty funny when I think about it now… crying over D not downing his beer with us.Gotta love alcohol.Anyhow, K and I left D’s place and I ended up passing out in the passengers seat while he drove us back.He couldn’t budge me and so he ended up falling asleep in his parked car situated in front of his house. (I think his parents think I'm corrupting K into a life of alcohol.
)We got up around 7AM, went into his house and I passed out on the floor of his room until 1PM or so.Waking up Saturday afternoon with a hangover and drymouth reminded me a lot of the lifestyle I led in college.Let’s hope it’s not making a comeback.=P
Oh yeah, I went on this party trolley thing on Saturday night with a few buddies and a bunch of friends of friends. I had a great time... and no, I didn't drink much at all... 3 drinks before midnight, tops. Besides, I was driving everyone! Take a look at some of the pics:
PHOTOS FROM PARTY TROLLEY
Damn this entry is long and boring… guess the work environment is sucking any sort of humor out of my entries.
Well, screw you guys, I'm goin' home!
EDIT: Can't forget this picture!
