We Totally Started the Fire

One of my favorite parts of Gillian’s blog (thatsg.com) is when she recaps her week… if only because I find it entertaining when she “forgets” to include me in our joint activities.

So I thought I would treat all of you (ie. Gillian and her parents) to what I’ve been up to this week. I’ll obviously skip over the boring “I went to work” “I went to class” “I cooked a lean cuisine for dinner” shenanigans. However,  I will say that my job is pretty freaking awesome and I got to sit in on the best phone call ever.

Most of the people who know me know that I am one of those people who is purposefully busy all the time. I am overly involved in on campus organizations at law school, give myself silly workout commitments that I feel guilty for breaking (except when I sit in bed all morning blogging), and generally don’t feel accomplished unless I’m running round like a chicken with my head cut off.

This week had a particular sense of urgency because the event I had been preparing for for months was going to be on Thursday- a big mentor event bringing together USC’s intimidatingly successful entertainment law alumni with members of the organization I run USC’s Entertainment Law Society (ELS). But more on that later.

I spent Monday making phone calls and harassing the assistants of our confirmed mentors. The one thing this whole process has taught me is that assistants are pretty much the most important people in the entertainment business. If they don’t like you, you’ll never get to their boss. So BE NICE TO ASSISTANTS… and flirt a little. Flirting always helps.

Tuesday was my mom’s birthday. My dad was out of town so my sister and I took my mom and our grandparents (my grandmother’s birthday is today!) out for dessert at The Melting Pot. We ordered the “Yin and Yang” (white and dark chocolate fondue) and the S’More (Milk chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker crumb fondue).

Some rice crispy treats, strawberries, brownies, and cookie crumb covered marshmallows yummmm!

Wednesday led into work and a stint in the library like a 1L. For those of you who aren’t in law school (… jealous) 2 and 3Ls pretty much compete to see how little time they can spend in the library. As an epic all day/night/weekend librarier as a 1L the fact that this was my first all day stint there is rather impressive. ANYWAY. This week is my week of networking for ELS. I had previously set up… and forgotten about… a student networking event with the graduate students at the cinema school and the entertainment focused MBA students. Thank God Steven and Ricky are awesome and picked up my slack and put together a KILLER mixer. I made friends with some rather emaciated looking producers from the cinema school, and with some rather country club looking Canadians who were “business” students. It was a great break from the library and I think I made some new friends for Sundance… as long as they don’t leave to drive to Utah at 2am again. This Princess only flies… Southwest. Those pretzels they give you are awesome.

Then a long came Thursday. I went for my usual morning run (part of my self induced fitness routine… 20 miles a week! Considering my roommate just got back from a single 11 mile run we’ll call that my baby steps) and went through every nightmare scenario in my head- what if NO mentors show up! What if the food is bad! What if my advisor starts calling me Banana again? What if one of the students drinks too much at the open bar and throws up on the head of Sony/Columbia pictures?!

Well I shoved my fears down and got to the venue 45 minutes early, because you know those uber luxury Beverly Hills hotels are totally known for slacking. I realized that our party was following a Victoria’s Secret Party, which is not useful information at all other than obviously I choose awesome venues. And I waited. Some of my board members showed up to help set up… aka get free drinks early.

I strategically told all the students (and the Dean) to arrive 30 minutes before the mentors… no one likes walking into an empty party. 20 minutes after the mentors were supposed to arrive and none had shown I had a mini panic attack. Luckily, my good friend Jamie (last year’s ELS president) was there to keep me calm and feed me wine. Then everyone started rolling in. I had forgotten that in the entertainment business 20 minutes late is half an hour early.

I won’t bore you with any more details of the event but suffice to say it was AMAZING. Venue- swanky. Attendees- engaged and maybe a little bit drunk. Food- Mac N Cheese cups. Dean- In love with us. It was hands down our most successful event yet… and I maybe cried a little bit out of relief. And the fact that I may never get to have those mac n cheese cups again.

Me, Jamie, and Dean Rasmussen with our awesome sign! (Jamie makes everyone look like a giant)

My VPs "The Michaels," me, and our advisor- John Schulman.

I left the event and returned home to where I met my good friend Morgan, and two of Gillian’s knuckle heads (and my favs) Matty and Bryan to have a little pajama wine party to try and make our way through the CASE of wine I bought last month. We were unsuccessful… but drunk and happy. Many Girl Scout cookies were eaten.

Friday I had scheduled a friend date with my favorite law school gunner Alex (thank you to Alex’s gf Jen for letting me borrow him!). A little background- Alex and I were in the same super section as 1Ls and I hated him for the first 4 months of school because he was either eating excessive amounts of food (2 muffins after lunch?! WHO ARE YOU?), inappropriate food (sushi at 10 am?! WHO ARE YOU?), or raising his hand to propose 15 minute long hypotheticals. Though by the time we had finished finals we were besties. Bonding over a shared love of constant eating, procrastinating, and that I had driven him home on Halloween while he wore a Lieutenant Dangle costume and we all saw his umm… dangle? He then ate/spilled french fries in my car. It was love.

We had a little snafu at the beginning of our date in that I thought we were leaving from our apartments (he lives in the building behind me) and he thought we were meeting in Westwood. I jumped in my car and made it down Santa Monica Blvd at rush hour in 10 minutes. I AM MAGIC. We then preceded to eat our weight in pizza at 800 Degrees Pizza. IT.WAS.AWESOME.

The restaurant is kind of like Chipotle but for pizza- you walk in and choose a base (margarita, blanca, or cheeseless) and add WHATEVER YOU WANT. The thin crust and 800 degree oven allow the pizza to cook in 1 minute and you have your personalized pizza by the time you pay! We heard it gets crowded so we met a bit early (about 6:20 after our missed connection) and had no problems. By the time we left though the line was out the door and down the block. I will DEFINITELY be going back. The pizza was so good we didn’t even have room for Diddy Reese (cookie ice cream sandwiches) afterward!!!

My pizza- Margarita (extra sauce), meat balls, grilled onion, pesto.
Alex's pizza- Margarita, eggplant, mushroom, grilled onion
Yes. We ate ALL the pizza. Deal.

Alex chomping down on his pizza. This is now the picture that comes up when he calls. You're welcome.

We then met up with Alex’s friend Paul and Paul’s sister Annie (who were both AWESOME) and we headed to the Wellsbourne on the West Side for some drinks, competitive shuffle board, and (literally) glass shattering foozball. We  eventually moved the party to Arsenal where we started the dance party and danced our butts off until we all hit our bed time at…. midnight. Hey, we’re busy students/professionals we have to draw the line somewhere.

I don’t have any video from our awesome dance moves but this is a pretty accurate reproduction:

This weekend I predict some more running, some outlining, and a few fun meals out with Gillian!

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Prom: High School v. Law School

In many ways law school is very much like high school. We have lockers, flirt with each other, procrastinate from our work, gossip about each other… usually about who is flirting with whom, have clubs, a designated lunch period, and even a few “gimme” classes.

But probably the biggest reason law school is like high school is prom. Yes that antiquated tradition of inviting a member of the opposite sex to boogey down to a terrible DJ in uncomfortable clothes while trying to figure out if your date is going to kiss you or not. I went to an all girls high school so EVERY event was Sadie Hawkins style… though one time this guy from the local all boys school sent a dozen roses and lilies in a basket to my high school to ask me to his prom. After the event I was voted worst prom date ever and we never spoke again… until his mom called my mom to apologize for the fact that her son didn’t ride home with me in the limo. Yea that was awesome.

ANYWAY

My senior prom I asked my friend Greg. He was the best friend of my junior prom date Dave…. who coincidentally also voted me the worst prom date ever, but only after he tried making out with my friend Lisa (date-less) in the bounce house I’d forced my friend Liz’s parents to rent for our after party. It was awesome.

I asked Greg by making a CD of random songs I somehow thought embodied “prom.” None were too notable except the first one which went a little something like this:

(Imagine a nun… my high school principle… sitting in my grey Toyota Corolla listening to this.)

Greg accepted (who wouldn’t) and we prepared for a great night. A limo was ordered. My hair and makeup were done. And everyone’s parents gathered at my best friend Niree’s house for pictures. Then we went off to dance the night away to songs like Nelly Furtado’s  “Promiscuous” and Pussy Cat Doll’s “Buttons” at the Sheraton at Universal Studios under the watchful eye of a bunch of nuns and religion teachers. The after party was spent at my friend Sammi’s house where I had my first drink ever. Sorry mom and dad! But lets be impressed I waited that long. However, I never wanted another shot of sour apple Smirnoff ever again. And that was senior prom.

My best friend Niree and I!

My date Greg and I and some of our other friends!

Then there’s Law School prom.

I attend USC. Known for it’s small class sizes and entitled undergrads. One of the things that small class size does is make us all really excited to get drunk together. Don’t ask me why. It just does.

Law School prom is not nearly as formal as high school… people don’t really take dates unless they are dating someone (rare for busy/nerdy/mildly unattractive law students). And the whole event is based around making sure you don’t need to drive home. Many people rent hotel rooms (strictly forbidden in high school), cabs are booked ahead of time, or people play the “find an overnight buddy” game. Surprisingly very few limos are taken, which is probably because we’re poor law students or just don’t care enough to think about it ahead of time.

Short cocktail dresses are worn instead of longer or fancier dresses like in high school. Though many people do still get their hair and make up done! I went with my friend Kate to Dry Bar in West Hollywood (awesome) and then to Sephora with Kate and Morgan to get our make up done (totally worth it). And off we went!

My date was my roommate Gillian’s best friend from high school- Whitney!! Who did NOT vote me worst prom date ever! Progress!

Law School prom is awesome and people attend for one main reason: open bar. Now despite that people still pregame… or drink excessively in a hotel room. My friend Alain had rented a hotel room so we all showed up there in various states of dress or undress and Whitney, Kate, and I proceeded to drink our way through a lovely bottle of Kettle One and calcium fortified orange juice. (Yea strong bones!)

My gorgeous date Whitney!

Blake and Derek!!

Some of the ladies!

Blake and I playing with some of the props.

After finishing the vodka and juice we went off to dance the night away to songs like Kanye and Jay-Z “N*****s in Paris” and Justin Bieber’s “Baby” at the Luxe Bel Air under the watchful eye of a bunch of drunk law students and a poor party photographer while playing with various props (mustaches were a huge theme for the night) and glow sticks. Though the night didn’t end with a bounce house it did end with a pretty legit cheese quesodilla and an attempt the next morning to remember the exact sequence of events (an unsuccessful venture).

So how is law prom different from high school prom? Dates? check. Dresses? Check. Nuns? Nope. Booze? Check. Bounce house? Nope. Group pictures? Check.

The only real difference is that this time my date and I will continue to speak afterward instead of pretending like the other was some figment of our imagination our therapist told us to pretend didn’t exist.

Wilfred

The curse…

Remember in elementary school when you use to have to line up for everything? And orders were always predetermined?

It was almost always determined by last name. “Hey guys! Bobby brought treats for his birthday! Line up by last name and we’ll hand them all out… uhoh there’s only 24 cupcakes and there’s 28 of you! Oh well the kids at the end can have celebratory apples!” (dramatization but pretty close to reality)

For some reason we were never allowed to creatively decide our own order. Loudest belch? Smelliest foot? Fastest recitation of Jabberwocky?! Never. Always last name.

Thus, having been cursed with a last name beginning with “W” I was usually at the back of the pack. Except for that AMAZING day when we would go last names first.

It was one particular day when I was at the end of the recess line waiting for my first grade teacher to hand out our apple juice boxes that I promised myself- I would never marry anyone whose last named came after the letter “M”. I would never saddle my poor children with such a dreadful burden.

And today, as I wait for my Pretrial Advocacy professor to listen to my short argument in support of my motion for summary judgment, knowing that I will be the second to last person (HAHA SUCKS TO BE YOU ZUCCOLOTTO) and hanging out here with a grumbling tummy that I REAFFIRM that promise to myself.

Sign my petition HERE to stop oppression of people whose last names come at the end of the alphabet!

The A-B-C’s of ME!

A. Age: 24. Last night the busboy called me “ma’am”. I died a little.

B. Bed size: Queen. It’s pretty much my favorite possession. Made even better by the fact that I got it for an absolute STEAL from the Macy’s Furniture Outlet (unfortunately closed now).

C. Chore you hate: Folding laundry. I would literally sleep in my bed with the clean laundry all over it if it didn’t make me look like a hoarder. One semester my roommate in my sorority, Krisse, used to put my laundry away for me. She was a great roommate.

D. Dogs: I was super afraid of dogs when I was little. Now I can’t wait to have one. When I finally get a yard I want a husky named Atticus or Learned Hand, something stately and lawyerly. But I also really want a beagle and a french bulldog (brindle colored).

Atticus... or Learned Hand

Atticus... or Learned Hand

E. Essential start to your day: Cereal and tea. I could literally eat cereal for every meal of the day. Usually when I go grocery shopping it’s because I’m out of milk. I like to mix it up but I’m currently working through some honey nut chex… not as good as the cheerios but gets the job done.

F. Favorite color: Purple. But I’ve been growing rather fond of green recently.

G. Gold or silver: Silver. I’ve had to force myself to expand my gold jewelry because I have some outfits that just look better with it. So last week when I found a pretty multi chain gold necklace super on sale I grabbed it. Then the sales person informed me (after I purchased the final sale item) that it was Kardashian Kollection (I’m not sure collection should be spelled with a K there but since it’s the Kardashians and they are the most annoying people… ever… lets say that’s right). I still have convinced myself I won’t get struck by lighting if I wear it.

H. Height: 5’4″. I’m the shortest person in my ENTIRE family by almost 3 inches… I’m also the only person with blue eyes. It really reinforces that “milk man” rumor my family was always joking about.

I. Instruments you play: None. I did play a mean recorder in 5th grade though. I KILLED “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”

J. Job title: Law student. Intern at Scott Free Productions. Awesome blogger! (Too soon?)

K. Kids: I love kids. I often waste time looking at the “adorable kids” posts on TheBerry. I want 3!! Though considering I won’t get married till I’m 64, I may have to settle on being the really cool aunt.

L. Live: West Hollywood, CA! I love my apartment! It’s huge, comfy, close to shopping/bars/restaurants/drag shows.

M. Mom’s name: Kim. NOT Kimberly. My grandfather got into a fight with a nun about that.

N. Nicknames: Jenn. JDubs. Westy. I had a friend in undergrad call me Westicles. He’s not my friend anymore. KIDDING! Love you Cory!

O. Overnight hospital stays: None. I hate needles and hospital stays means needles. I can only have children when they figure out how to give an epidural orally.

P. Pet peeve: Ignorance. Of every kind. People who refuse to do things for themselves. Flakiness.

Q. Quote from a movie:

Marie (Lauren Bacall): You know how to whisper don’cha Steve? You just put your lips together, and blow. (I think this is partially because this is when she and Bogey met <3)

Rick (Humphrey Bogart): Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world- she walks into mine.

R. Right or left handed: Right-handed.

S. Siblings: Younger sister- Christine.

Christmas card a few years ago. Repping the Pac 10!! (now 12)

T. Time you wake up: On weekdays- between 6:45 and 8 (depending on if I go running); weekends- between 8 and 9.

U. Unlikely to hear me say: ¨OMG I’d LOVE to try your fish and portobello sandwich covered in guacamole!”

V. Vegetables you dislike: Broccoli and eggplant. Yuck.

W. What makes you run late: Breakfast. When I’m getting ready in the morning I can skip a shower (sorry world), makeup, and matching shoes. But I can never walk out the door without at least grabbing something.

X. X-Rays you’ve had: Lots for my teeth (2 root canals in middle/high school due to sports injuries), and a bunch for my wrist because even after surgery it wouldn’t heal correctly.

Y. Yummy food you make: I really love making homemade oreo cookies! Usually from this recipe. It’s amazing making something so simple from scratch can make it THAT much better but these are truly awesome. I do a lot of baking. I’m sure I’ll post a bunch of it here! OH and my AMAZING mac n’ cheese… it’s lethal (in the best way). Recipe here.

Oreos on the left! This was during my first experiment with them, while also making cookie dough cupcakes, and drinking wine with my best friend Megan (obvs).

Sharp white cheddar, gruyere, pecorino Romano. CANNOT go wrong!

Z. Zoo- favorite animal: Always love the big cats! And the giraffes! And the dolphins… but usually need to go to an aquarium for that!

Post #1… WTF am I doing here?

I feel like this is something that has been a long time coming. My roommate Gillian has had a blog (thatsg.com) that just reached 250 posts! I’ve been threatening to do a guest post for her for quite awhile, and not being one to do anything halfway just decided to start my own.

Citizen Kane’s Declaration of Principles

I don’t know what I can promise out of this blog… I can’t even promise it will last past 2L finals… but I hope it will be mildly entertaining, inspire one or two people to check out an old black and white movie, and force me to limit my use of expletives because my mom says I cuss like a sailor and real adults “don’t do that.”

Fuck that!