Call me… maybe?

WOW! This week was super busy! I always feel like when finals are approaching there are that many more non-school activities trying to take my attention… or maybe I’m just more receptive to them.

This was a big work out week, I worked out every day and capped off my Lenten promise to run 20 miles per week with 23.5 miles this week! It’s actually amazing how changing up your workout routine (I added 4 Pure Barre classes this week; and 2 6-mile runs around the Rose Bowl) really helps to keep you motivated and interested.

I also finally gave in to Gillian’s nagging to sign up for a race and signed up for my first half marathon! I was really super inspired by my friend Morgan completing her first half marathon with the Hollywood Rock and Roll Half marathon. So January 5th I will be running 13.2 miles through Downtown LA at NIGHT! It feels kind of like a loop hole that it’s over 6 months away… I guess that means I can’t use the “I didn’t have enough time to train” excuse when I give up and start walking at mile 7. Now I just need to get my shin-splints under control.

I also feel like I went out a lot this week, even though I declared that I was going into finals hibernation mode and being a no-fun Sally.

Last Sunday I headed out in WeHo with my friend Ryan. It was his “cheat” day and he was craving some terrible looking fried burrito thing from Fiesta Cantina. I’m always down for some WeHo fun so I tagged along for the promise of a diet coke. We also hit up The Abbey which was RAGING  and Ryan introduced me to their BAKERY. Yes, the arguably most well known gay bar in all the world which caters to a culture that shuns all carbs has a full bakery that’s open until the bar closes. We split a cookie and watched half naked muscle men dance to bumping techno music. It was magical.

Sunday night rage fest in WeHo!!

Tuesday I grabbed drinks at perennial hot spot Father’s Office. Which was definitely an experience and I got to try a few new beers! Unlike Gillian I don’t take pictures of my drinks… nor do I actually remember the names of the beers. But since I was with a beer enthusiast you can trust me that they were pretty good.

Thursday I started early by drinking IN class with my friend Derek. If I haven’t explained it before, USC Law is pretty much like going through undergrad again. But instead of frats providing free booze, the school does. So Derek and I decided to make Employment Law a bit more fun by adding in a bit of liquid courage. I think we shocked our professor with our rate of participation… and giggling. I then went bowling with about a dozen of my closest friends, where I realized that I suck at bowling. But I did get to wear awesome hot pink pants and drink wine that was poured from a single serve plastic bottle.  Pretty much it was the classiest night I’ve had in a while.

My classy single-serve plastic bottle of Sutter Home

Friday I got roped into attending our weekly “Bar Review” which was an after party to the annual USC/UCLA basketball massacre. I’m ok with them beating us in basketball so long as we keep beating them in bar passage rates. USC/UCLA rented out a club in Hollywood called The Agency. The bouncers wore bow ties (awesome) but the club was empty and I was sober so Derek and I left about 30 minutes later and preceded to have a dance party in my car. Lets just say we both should be embarrassed at how well we know this little diddy: 

Saturday was way more low-key, I went to see Titanic 3D with my friends Blanca and Marjorie! It was TOTALLY WORTH IT. Blanca cried with the gay couple sitting next to her and Marjorie and I nerded out over the trailer for one of our company’s upcoming blockbusters. A large part of why it was so great was that I was 9 when Titanic came out the first time and never saw it in theaters… plus Leo is HOT and Kate is gorgeous. No one minds seeing their faces on a 3 story tall screen. It’s always great to see movies like that on the big screen, and while I HATE 3D for movies and think it’s the worst thing to happen to films since smell-o-vision, James Cameron is truly a perfectionist and used it to create depth rather than height on the screen which seriously draws the audience in.

Best part is the company logo at 0:40

Sunday (in addition to family Easter Linner) I got to catch up with my 3 best friends from childhood- Rachel, Rebecca, and Megan. Rachel, Megan and I get to hang out pretty regularly (as in getting our nails done and having lunch like once a month) but Rebecca is currently working at a hospital in Pennsylvania so catching up with her is a rare and delightful treat!! One day soon I’ll do a longer post about these three fabulous ladies, I’ll even include a few childhood pictures. However, due to a minor misunderstanding in 4th grade I don’t have any from that time with Megan’s head still in the picture.

I ended the night with the weekly tradition of watching The Amazing Race and The Good Wife with Gillian and Matty!

A few random things:

I realized that I am definitely never going to be a litigator. In a settlement exercise this week when the plaintiff requested $157,000 in damages…. I countered with $690 out of principle. My professor sighed and said, “you’re going to make this a really long night aren’t you?”

Urth Caffe smoothies and quiche make the best Saturday brunch.

Parents should be banned from sending emails titled “EMERGENCY!!” when they are out of the country. Not cool. I thought my mom had been kidnapped by the IRA and I was going to have to hire Liam Neeson to find her.

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!

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!