do they know it's Christmas time at law school?

Disclaimer: this post is different than other ones in that I don't have a "point" instead it is merely a recounting of what I did on Friday.

My last final was, well, a lot better than my second to last final that's for damn sure. But I have been finished with exams for two days now and i REALLLLY don't want to relive it just yet.

Yesterday (Friday) was everything that I could ask for. I woke up at 10:30, worked out a bit, and then went to the city to eat Paneer. I went out to dinner/lunch/linner? with a friend of mine from college. I guess shes not just any old friend (which is as far as I'll take it in this post) but shes pretty cool and since I hadn't seen her in a year and a half, I'm glad I did. In fact, I'm REALLY glad that I did.

We went to see the tree, It's amazing that when I lived in Boston I'd see the tree at Rockefeller every year. However, now that I live in New York, I never seem to have time to do "new york" things. So I'm really glad that we got to do that.

Afterwards I hung out with my old roommate and and a couple of other friends from college. My roommate is awesome--easily one of my best friends ever--but the dude is a cross between a really thoughtful person and Todd from "Scrubs". It was fun though because I missed hearing about the man's "exploits" and by exploits I mean him conflating the time he danced with a pretty girl into something that you would talk about on a late night MTV show. At my friend's house we watched Jeopardy. I'm really good at Jeopardy and I usually watch alone; I forgot how much I annoy people by yelling out the answer.

But regardless, It's always good to finish off a case of Corona with old friends. I don't see my college friends nearly as much as I ought to; I know that if I did the pressures of Law School would seem a little bit more remote and insignificant (as they should be). I have some awesome friends in Law School but there's something to be said about the people who knew you "back in the day", and it's all good things.

As a last vignette, on the train home last night three high school girls were in the row in front of me and I was sitting by myself. I made a couple of the obligatory time-passing phone calls but eventually I just relaxed and listened to those girls gab about their incredibly suburban lives.

Why are there so many stops on this train!?!" one of the girls asked. She saw my reflection in the window and she saw me shaking my head. She giggled, embarrassed. "You know, it is the express train," I responded. They didn't seem freaked out so I figured talking to them was as good a way as any to pass the time on the train. "It's your fault for living so far up north," I said. And then she went on complaining about how her parents make her live in Westchester. I wasn't surprised by that, the "boringness" of your town must be the number 1 Westchester complaint. We went on, and I told them that going to the city every day makes me appreciate the calm of the suburbs (if not the two hour commute). When we got to my stop I got up and said "alright you girls have a good night, get home safe and don't talk to strangers." I thought that was pretty slick...