Blogging From The Blast

9:43 a.m.: The first mimosas are poured into LaPresidente's craptacular light-up plastic champagne flutes. Classy.

10:20- 10:41 a.m.: general abuse of Comrade Verne. Topics covered include his lack of respect for the students, his (lack of) intellect, and his genitaila.

10:53 a.m.: LaPresidente says "I love the fact that I'm washing down my pills that say 'Do Not Comsume Alcohol While Taking' with a mimosa."
Ted replies, "They just mean not every time."

10:59 a.m. Round #2 is poured.

11:02 a.m.: LaPresidente models new shoe acquisitions. No voguing takes place.

11:06 a.m. LaPresidente drops the F-Bomb. She rationalizes not contributing to the Jar because that F-Bomb was not an actual curse, it was a modifier.

11:17 a.m.: Q & A on the hallucinoginic properties of sweetroot. Descriptions include the phrase "Thousands of little pills of stick deodorant".

11:21 a.m. The phrase "Sweet Dami Ass" is uttered. I am forbidden to blog about it.


11:28- 11:40 a.m.: Everyone here has lived in another country where English is not spoken. We exchange stories of accidental ingestion of "gross" foodstuff attributed to poor understanding of the local language.

11:45 a.m.:Round # 3 is poured. I learn that Mad Dog is a shot guy.

11:51 a.m.: The ethics of stealing your neighbor's un-password-protected wireless internet are discussed.

11:53 a.m.: Finbar calls to see if the stripper has arrived.

11:58 a.m.: Ted calls out to the kitchen to make sure that the person running the blender knows that he doens't need to have his daquiri served in a sperm glass.

12:01 a.m.:Gender discrimination in the distribution of super powers (re: Marvel Comics) is debated. Women superheroes totally get the shaft.

12:06 p.m.: LaPresidente and I simultaneously break into the theme song from "Jem".

12:07 p.m.: "He-Man didn't have any nipples."
"He-Man had lots of issues."

12:09 p.m.: You know this is a gathering of law students-- we've started discussing the phrasing necessary in a will if a mother raises her daughter's child as her own with no official adoption and the application of constructive adoption.

12:25 p.m.: Conversation wanders to skunks. No, I don't know how. These daquiris are really good.

12:33 p.m.: The wifi debate resumes. Masshole posits that it's just recompense for the fact that they are invading your airspace with signals that could, for all we know, be causing brain cancer.

12:38 p.m. What constitute cruel and unusal punishment? We're pretty sure that solitary confinement is cruel, but not unusal; pulling out someone's toenails is both cruel and unusual.

12:40 p.m.:LaPresidente confuses the words "deface" and "defecate". Considering that it was in regards to Comrade Verne, this is not a problem.

12;41 p.m. I notice that there's a comment on the blog. The group sends a shout-out to Luneray.

1:11 p.m.: "Sooooo... Louis XV was Bill Clinton and Nero was the current George Bush!"

1:22 p.m. Mad Dog learns that we're blogging events. He demands that I blog about it.

1:23 p.m.: The story of how Professor White farted on Dami gets retold for the millionth time. It's still funny.

1:34 p.m.: Mad Dog is summoned by the in-laws and leaves.

1:40 p.m.Greta arrives, sans financée

1:49 p.m. Round #4 is poured.

2:08 p.m. A moratorium on political discussion is called ("Let's talk about math or something."). General railing on Comrade Verne is still allowed.

2:12 p.m. "That's my friend Dan at the urinal with the red dress and the white t-shirt." *points to picture*

2:58 p.m.: LaPresidente is officially cut off.

2:59 p.m.- 3:36 p.m. Very Serious Discussion about mediation as an alternative to the adult criminal justice system for some non-violent first time defenders. LaPresidente pokes holes in the whole thing. She demands that I blog that she made good points (which she did).

3:37 p.m. The discussion veers off to "Yankees Suck!!!" with a suddenness that left me breathless.

4:21 p.m.:"So then I came back inside and everyone was freaking out because I went out in the alley with the guy who had a gun--"
"And was dealing crack?"
"Yeah. -- but he was never anything but hospitable to me."

4:26 p.m.: LaPresidente just hauled out the Old Skool NES, complete with Duck Hunt and guns.

5:06 p.m.:First casualty of the day: Masshole breaks a wine glass while washing up and cuts his finger. No major arteries are severed, so it's all good.

5:58 p.m.: Some one switches to Zelda. As the theme music starts, Ted announces "This is the saddest song in the history of the world."

6:00 p.m.: LaPresidente points out that we've been here for nine hours and no one's eaten anything but chips, muffins, shrimp cocktail, and crackers. We're going to order pizza. Ted ponders "Why isn't there a pizza restaurant named 'Pippi Longstocking'?" Silence falls. Why would anyone start a pizza restaurant and name it 'Pippi Longstocking'?