I’m listening to Cannonball Adderley’s rendition of “Autumn Leaves” (with Miles helping out on trumpet) with the window open–the air is fresh, the sky is blue and flecked with fast-moving clouds, and the temperature is a lovely 64 degrees.
Needless to say, I am pretty content right now. Washington, DC is a great town, and I find myself enjoying law school much more than college. One of the reasons for that is there are some good people here, and fun things to do. Like drink. And cook. And drink and cook I did for three consecutive days.
My friend Adrian invited a few people over (all guys, regrettably) on Sunday for beef stew and poetry. I brought over my “house red”–a bottle of Nero d’Avila from Trader Joe’s (retail: $4.99)–and we discussed Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” over steaming bowls of stew and sips of wine. To repay the favor, I invited Adrian and two of our friends to my place on Wednesday for a meal of roast lamb, honey-rosemary potatoes, and roasted garlic asparagus.
So… I’m entering my fourth week of law school and, you know what? It’s pretty cool.
For once I feel as if I’m learning something that is truly relevant–I no longer have to worry about esters and “backside attacks” (well–living in DC, that last is not entirely true!). All I have to do is worry about offers and agreements, the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, tortfeasors, and restorative justice.
It does feel like a lot at times, and I’m sure I’ll be VERY stressed during finals. However, I’ve been able to get by with a little help from my friends–and a lot of help from booze.
A funny thing about grad school is that I’m drinking much more than I did at college; oddly enough, what I’m drinking is worse than I what I had at college. As a fifth year I only stocked Grey Goose and Ketel One, Tanquerey, Campari, Pimm’s… I’ve been reduced to drinking rail drinks and Smirnoff vodka once again.
I HAVE been drinking some good wines–I’ll have to write about those soon–but I have also been drinking a lot of beer. A LOT of beer. Much of it is Miller or Bud Lite, unfortunately; happy hour is a big phenomenon here. And you know what? Miller and Bud and Coors do the job.