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Law School Prom and the Power of Grayskull

April 22, 2007 2:48 AM

ast night was the Barrister's Ball, also known as Law School Prom (not to be confused with the Malpractice Bash, also know as Law School Homecoming). Mr. Utah, Mr. Vice, Ms. Purple Hays, and I all attended. This being a formal event, I rocked the top hat. I also wore my newest, coolest accessory: a pocket watch engraved with my initials given to me by my illustrious co-Senior Managing Editor.

The party itself was pretty decent. The beer (surprisingly) did not run out. Not that I cared--given Thursday night's goings ons, I wasn't really in the mood to drink. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway, because I was just too full from dinner, which sucked because some of the appetizers looked pretty good.

In any event, I had a pretty good time. We spent a lot of time at our table people watching (read: making mean comments). I did walk around a little, and I even danced for one song, an experience which served only to remind me (and those around me) why it is I don't usually dance. Also, two very lovely ladies independently told me what an awesome job I had done for the Law Review, so I felt very happy about that. There were a few moments when I was afraid that someone had lost my top hat, but I eventually recovered it and everything turned out fine.

Throughout the night, I couldn't help but fixate on the fact that this was the last formal law school event I would ever attend. Together with the recent Law Review elections and MBE appointments--not to mention the impending finals--it's hard to escape the fact that this is all coming to an end. Still, I was able to chill out and enjoy myself, and I'm glad.

After the prom, we headed over to the Angelic with Mr. Utah, L-Dawg, and X-tina. There was this sort of hippie jam band thing playing. I listened to them do a cover of "Message in a Bottle" (complete with ten-minute wanking interlude). I couldn't help but feel like I was back in Flagstaff, standing in the Mogollon or on the patio at Flag Brew. It made me miss my college days. Then some stupid older hippie jackass walked up to me and--for no apparent reason--clinked my glass with his. I looked at him. He was clearly high and clearly a loser. I stared him down, and he quickly danced his way the fuck away from me. God, I hate hippied--and I stopped missing Flagstaff right then.

I didn't accomplish much today, unfortunately, but we did go see an awesome movie: Hot Fuzz. It's the latest movies by the guys that made Shaun of the Dead, which is one of my favorite comedies of all time (in terms of comedies, I think everyone should have at least Office Space, Super Troopers, Shaun of the Dead, and Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle in their personal collections). Because I hold Shaun of the Dead in such high regards, I was afraid that Hot Fuzz would be disappointing. As it turns out, it kicks major fucking ass and might even be funnier than Shaun of the Dead.

The basic plot is that Simon Pegg (the same guy that played Shaun) is a London super cop named Nicholas Angel. His superiors transfer him to a rural police district because he's making them all look bad. What follows is a both hilarious and genuinely action-packed movie. The stunts, chase sequences, and explosions in this movie are top notch. The thing manages to be an real action movie while also being uproarious and somehow still taking itself seriously. Although it's a parody of a specific kind of movie, it works on its own terms, and, therefore, is awesome. I highly recommend it.

Now I've gotta go to bed so that I can get up in the morning and have a spectacularly shitty day.

Oh--one last thing. Thanks to all of you that told me how much you like the blog. I really appreciate it. I'll keep writing as long as you guys keep reading.



2 Comments


Dee said:

Wow, I feel really bad for missing whatever happened on Thursday. But i'm glad you're having a kickass weekend. is it too much to hope for pictures?

April 22, 2007 8:04 AM



TheExpat said:

Hark, the Power of Grayskull is truly compelling. Despite this weedling talk of your proms, silly 'pocket watches', and fuzz that is hot, the Power hath induced thee to invoke its name.

Behold, mortals!

April 23, 2007 5:11 AM



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