14.5.07

I know I Haven't Posted For A While - I've Been Writing Final Exams!

I know, I know, I haven’t been updating my blog. But hey, exams.

I have recently discovered that that one simple word is the ultimate excuse for anything during April or December. Exams. No explanation needed. The world knows that students throughout the world, and especially law students put their entire life on hold for the few weeks immediately proceeding those dreaded test days that result in glorifying victory or agonizing defeat. So, when the word “exam” is uttered by a student who has been neglecting one or another aspect of his life, all is forgiven.

“Didn’t you say that we were going to go out this week?”
“Exams.”
“Gotcha, say no more”

“You promised that you were going to feed my valuable and award-winning ant colony while I was gone, but you didn’t! Now they are all dead and dried out shells of their former selves! I hate you and everything you stand for!”
“Exams”
“Ha, ha. Ok buddy, no prob.”

So, yeah, the blog has been on hold, but were back and ready to rock you out of your comfortable summer existence with our familiar brand of self-important recounting of events that most of you are probably not really all that interested in. And as surprising as it seems, there has been some events during exam week.

First of all, Theresa and I, displaying where my true priorities lie, ditched studying last Wednesday and headed off to DC in our newly-repaired car to hit a concert by one of my personal favorite bands, Sunset Rubdown—a tight little outfit hailing from Montreal and headed by Spencer Krug, who has been prominently featured in as many as 5 amazing bands (Sunset Rubdown, Wolf Parade, Frog Eyes, Swan Lake, Destroyer) and may or not be my indie rock man crush. After an interesting drive through Washington on many of that fine city’s streets (many of them not on the original route) we arrived at the Rock and Roll Hotel, a tiny live club with KISS busts on the bar, and photos of former presidents with their faces replaced with those of classic rock icons framed on the wall, and a capacity of no more than 500. The concert was amazing: Sunset Rubdown performed at least as well as on their album, and I forget for at least that night that my professional destiny was going to be decided by a test booklet a few days hence.

Next, I turned 25. Yes, I am now a quarter of a century old, but hey, 25 is the new 18, or so I am told. I’ve read a number of articles about how 20 and 30 somethings are hanging on to their youth longer and longer these days, so hey, if there are a bunch of 35 year-olds out there playing video games all day like 15 year-olds, then I think that at 25 I should be able to act as young as at least 5. And I do. Ask Theresa. For my birthday, however, we spent the day in an amazingly un-5 year-old way: we went out to see Thomas Jefferson’s mansion at Moticello. My Grandparents invited us out for the day and we had a grand time. Ol’ Thomas, it seems, had a little of a youthful quality himself, in that in his dean he had a number of portraits hanging of men like Locke and the King of France, much in the same way that modern teens hang posters of their favorite Rock starts (David Bowie, in Theresa and my case.)

Then there were exams.

Finally, to round out the list of significant life events that have occurred in the last 14 days, Theresa and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. For that, we took in dinner at a little Italian place on the downtown mall (we were sad to discovery that the place we originally planned on patronizing, La Cucina, had recently closed despite the rave reviews we have read on it.) But the restaurant we did eat at was also quite delightful, and we finished the meal with an amazingly flavorful plate of Gelato (I’d recommend the Mango—its like eating a real mango, freshly picked from a tree in Cuernava, except frozen and not nearly as messy. If you’ve ever eaten a fresh mango with your hands, you’d know what I mean.)

So yeah, since I last wrote, I am now 25 years old, have completed my first year at UVa Law and have been married for a full year. Theresa and I are no longer newly-weds, I guess. We’re not oldly weds, though—just weds.

I hope this finds you well
Sincerely
Your humble correspondent.

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