we be clubbin...

this morning's the negotiation competition. wish me luck.

i'm just feeling really good that i dodged a major bullet, in that i feel good this morning: read, not hung over. last night one of the 1L's had won a party down at club buca, this place down on the landing. so, after happy hour, and then some hashing out of the negotiation problem over dinner, we went down there. granted, we did turn in early, but still...So Much Free Beer. we got down there around 8:30, and there was free beer until 10... we were some of the first 1Ls there, but finally around quarter to nine, it started to fill up with people we knew, and other random 1Ls that we met. it was lots of people from our section, given that the guy who was hosting is in my section.

then, maybe around 10:30 or so, they did this thing called Three Minute Bartender...where all of the parties that were there cheered for their leader, and the three loudest parties' leaders got to dispense as many beers and shots as they could in three minutes, and give them out to people. of course, since a large segment of the 1L class was there (including many of the people who are negotiating today, lol), we were one of the parties that got Three Minute Bartender. i did something at that point that i had never done before: Triple Fisting. i did not actually drink all of those free beers, but i felt nice and silly at least holding it for a while.

we left pretty early, so we could catch the last metrolink back in. that was a story in itself...the one that came by was only going to union station, but there was one last train about ten minutes later that went all the way. roxie and i met these two random women on the train, coming back from the cards game (and, apparently, from a night of drinking after the game...), they started telling random roller hockey stories, and about how they're so glad they divorced their husbands, and about how one of them is going to be a grandmother at the age of 39. they just told random stories, it was the most amusing thing.

anyway, that was my night last night. now it's time to make some breakfast, take a shower, and get ready to...ummm...negotiate stuff.

drunky mcdrunkard!!

well, my negotiation in the contest is over, it just ended. it went about as well as it could have, given that i had no idea what i was doing, but i still don't understand the concept of having a negotiation competition. it was really weird, it felt like they had a lot of control over the entire thing because one of their guys talked a lot, but the judges didn't seen to hate us for that. besides, we would have looked like total jerks to get adversarial unless there was something they were recommending that was completely out of line. that happened once or twice, and roxie or i would have to refocus it, but crazily enough we found a good common interest between parents against drunk driving and drunky mcdrunkard (the football player we were representing...he had a real name, but i prefer drunky mcdrunkard.)

and, one of the judges loved the fact that i used the fact that our client was probably going to have his charges dropped, and conveniently did not mention that it was because the breathalyzer didn't work, and he was getting off on a technicality. i win. :)

anyway, i find out if we make the finals or not later today. somehow i doubt it, but i guess i can keep my fingers crossed.

life is absurd.

two weirdnesses.

first of all, i'm watching love connection. chuck woolery is the host. i swear, he looks EXACTLY the same now, hosting new episodes of Lingo, as he did in the eighties hosting love connection. it's scary. he's like dick clark or something.

and, secondly, i forgot to tell an amazingly amusing metrolink story from last night. so, on the way out of the club, there was this random guy just handing out wrapped-up roses to people who walked past him. i took it, didn't know what i was going to do with that one stupid little probably-fake flower...i hate flowers. anyway, i'm drunk, i'm laughing... i get to the metro station. there was this guy there, i don't remember if he was a law student or not, but the conversation went something like this:

Random Guy: "hey...i saw you in the club...can i have your number?"
me: "no."
RG: "can i have your number?" ::tries to inch closer and continues to hit on me::
me: "no. i'm taken. you can't have my number."
RG: "please???"
me: "you can't have my number. you can have this..." ::shoves plastic-wrapped flower in guy's hand and starts to walk away::
RG: "does that mean i can have your number?"
me: "no. you can't have my number." ::walks away to another part of the platform::

that amused me. i love yanking the chains of pathetic fools who try to hit on me. :)

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so, the results of the negotiation competition were sent out today.

my team did not make the finals.

as much as i tried to prepare myself, as much as i did not expect we would, i am still disappointed seeing it in print.

i'm trying not to cry...i think it'll be fine, until i verbalize it. once i say it, i'll lose it.

calm down, nicky.