Happy Cinqo de Mayo! I'm sorry to say that I was in Los Angeles for four Cinqo de Mayos and I still don't know exactly what we're celebrating, but it's fun to say.
And speaking of which, I have now cemented plans to go to L.A. for Labor Day weekend. It will be the first time I've been back since I drove out of the city on July 1, 1997.
It was instigated by my friend Laura, the one who graduated from law school last year and is now a criminal defense attorney in L.A. We were talking the other night and she said, "I decided you need to come here after the bar."
That is just how she is. I remember when we first moved in to the office at New World, where she was also an assistant, I thought she was kind of bitchy. She wasn't overtly mean or anything, but she just had an air about her. Until she came up to my desk on maybe my third day there and said, "We should have lunch today." No hello, how are you doing, would you like to have lunch. She's just not like that.
"Okay," I said, and a friendship was born. She was busy applying to law schools at the time, and I honestly don't know if I would have decided on law school myself if I hadn't known her. We had lunch together constantly, either going out or ordering in and holing up in someone's office to watch "My So-Called Life," because I had never seen it and she had all the episodes on tape. We went through the whole series three times.
What I loved about her was that she was always inviting me places and then never taking no for an answer, and I always ended up having fun. I went to two Superbowl parties with her where I knew no one, but she was always good about introducing me to everyone and never really abandoned me for too long. Her boyfriend was in the Groundlings and was always a riot to be around. She's basically been my mentor all through law school, and I don't know how I would get through the bar without her.
I always figured I'd get back to L.A. sometime. The only people I still talk to who still live there are Laura, my old boss Howard, and Howard's assistant before me, Elaine. I never had a really strong desire to jump on the next plane out, but now that Laura has suggested it, I'm actually looking forward to it. My family and I are going to Las Vegas during the week before Labor Day, but we were going to leave that Friday, so I'm going to change my outgoing flight to Monday and just pop over to L.A. for the weekend.
So, I was watching Rosie O'Donnell yesterday morning at my parents house, and she had Dana Carvey on as a guest. I had seen Dana Carvey the night before on Letterman, and he had been very funny, so I decided to sit and watch him again.
He was once again very funny, because he used the same material.
Here's what I don't understand. Doesn't he know that there are bound to be people who watch both Letterman and Rosie? I can't imagine that he would actually find it difficult to come up with some different jokes.
That's all.
I have another exam tomorrow morning, in Trusts and Estates, and everyone says it's very easy so I haven't exactly been studying for it. I'm taking it early -- it's supposed to be at noon, but my cousin is having a bridal shower luncheon tomorrow in her hometown which is about 90 minutes from here, so I called the professor and asked if I could take it in the morning.
He said fine, to just come and find him and he'd put me in another professor's office. I'm kind of excited at being able to take the exam all by myself, in a nice cushy chair at a big desk, instead of having to listen to people sniffle and chew gum and cough for three hours.
In other exciting school news, I'm going to be making $50 a day to administer the PMBR class I'm taking starting May 15th. My friend Jan was going to run it, but she has to go home, so she asked me to do it and said she'd give me the money they're paying her. All I have to do is time the test we take in the morning and pop in the tape we watch in the afternoon. The course cost $395, so it's kind of cool that I'm making $300 of it back. Such a deal, just for having friends in the right places.
Three-digit interstate highways typically go around cities when the first digit is even and through cities when the first digit is odd, and the last two digits represent the interstate where the three-digit one ends or begins.
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