Heya kids!

I was going to post one of my annual autumn posts, but it’s gorgeous outside and I’m wearing my standard summer attire (awesome shorts & a polo), so I’ll just put it off until I need to wear something warmer and instead write about my awesome summer break.

(Summer of 2007 while doing the HBO Dance at Screen on the Green. Most unflattering picture ever? Sadly, not even close. Also, this was before polos and I had our love affair while in law school. And please hover the mouse over the pic to explain the crotch stains.)

Ok, recap time!

  • After an absurdly busy Spring Semester, I decided to take it easy by taking a summer class. I see how this logic may escape you, but I’m assuming it made sense to me at some point in time at least up until summer registration ended. I took Family Law (think: divorces and custody) and walked out of that class every day more terrified of the consequences of ever getting married or having a baby. While the the class was decidedly less than awesome, that is one class less that I’ll have to take my next semester (my last semester of law school, thank you very much). I also worked at a governmental agency, but that was boring and uneventful and helped me realize I don’t actually want to be a lawyer (so there’s that…), and I was also a professor’s research assistant and got two of my own footnotes (woot!).
  • I started hanging out with awesome and semi-alcoholic strangers. I’ve no idea how we started talking or where they had been all my life, but in a wonderful convergence of a) my dislike of Pennsylvania, b) my adoration of DC, c) my love of drinking on hot days, and d) an appreciation of people who are smart, funny, direct, and awesomely-unPC (as well as those who love It’s Always Sunny as much as I do), I started hanging out with some truly wonderful DC bloggers (the really cool Brad, Maxie, LiLu, Lexa, PQ, Alice, Patrick, Jeff, Kate, and Sarah to name a few). Sadly (or awesomely depending on how you look at it), I only remember half of my actual interactions with them. But I do remember my immense crush on all of them and can’t wait to hang out with them again.
  • Then it was July. I went to Denver for a girl. Both the city and the girl made me happy and I kinda didn’t really want to go home. I wrote about it as follows:

Back from a lovely vacation in the ridiculously sexy city of Denver. Denver, how is this the first time that we had met? I promise to make it up to you and come back as soon as possible.
(This picture is real, folks. Denver is pretty much a yuppie mecca – a place where socially and environmentally conscious people come to live, bike, ski, run, and hike. Also, guys who wear skinny jeans and beards seem welcome, but I’m willing to overlook this fact.)

  • And a couple of days after getting back from Denver, I went off to Honduras for a wedding. There was a coup! (But I did not participate in it.) I danced (at the wedding, not at the coup)! I wasn’t drunk when I danced! I saw family! The entire extended (cousins, uncles, aunts, parents, siblings, and maybe the bride) family did tequila shots!
  • And then soooo much happened in August!
  • I got inducted to a pretty kick-ass lawyer society that’ll hopefully help me get an awesome job.
  • I ventured to the eeeeeevil Baltimore for a friends’ bachelor party (w/ baseball). A friend and I went to a cool blogger event at JCrew that got us a cushy discount and we got to meet some fun people. I’m pretty sure I was the only guy but I got lots of attention from the super-friendly and helpful staff, and first pick at all the men’s clothes, so I was ok with this.

  • I ran a lot (but not enough to actually complete a marathon, so I downgraded to the MCM 10k. Sadface.), and I started classes as well as being in a couple of leadership positions, working at the DA (District Attorney not Dumbledore’s Army, sadly), and continuing my research assistant position. Denver Girl (let’s call her S, shall we?) came to visit and that was kinda great, too, but then she left and that wasn’t as awesome and I’ve no idea when we’re gonna see each other again because of distance and ridiculous busy-ness on both our parts. In short, sounds like a pretty textbook summer romance, right? In all honesty, that’s what I’ve been telling myself.

So that was my summer. A lot of work at the ends, a lot of travel in the middle, but all in all amazing and over way too quickly.

Soon to come: Of the Fall, How to Survive the Nigh Zombie Invasion, Why I hate Glee, and In Which I Speak of That “Feelings” Thing.