sometimes i wish i was a robot. a robot with dinosaur teeth and rockets that shoot out of my eyes...that would be sweeeeet.
halloween in DC was fun. i went to a party that was kind of, let's say, a sausage fest, so i rounded up some folks and talked them into walking over to georgetown where metro police blocks off some of the streets and you can do a bar crawl. we never quite made it. a buddy and i had to go out to my car to get my jacket and put up a bottle of booze that we brought with us. when we did, the rest of the group thought we left and so they started heading off to georgetown without us. me and my friend went back to the party grabbed a couple of beers for the road and started off walking...in circles...turns out he thought i was leading the way and i thought he was leading the way, so there you have it...and it was actually fun. sometimes the fun happens between the parties and the bars.
now, lest you get the wrong idea about life out here, a clarification: the 18-20 hour days sort of blend together. as i write this post it's monday evening. in about half an hour i'm going to sit down to read and probably won't finish until at least 3 am. this is on top of the 3 classes i had today (after writing a memo until 4am), the next time i open my eyes it's going to be friday and i'll have repeated the above described reading/writing/classes 5 times. it's not all going out and having fun. having fun is a very, very, small part of life here. life here is all about the task at hand. but i'm not gonna be the asshole that writes about the "care of duty" discussion we had in torts today - so i write about the fun times ... it's sort of like a sanity check for me i guess :P
