Civil Procedure pays off again

Today I realized that if I wanted to, I could sue someone. Yep. That's right, general public. Watch out. I might not win, but by Jove, I could sue someone. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm 100% on trial case victories - just ask the two Austin, Precinct #2 attorneys who went up against me in the courtroom for allegedly running a red light that a hapless motorcycle cop was SURE I had run. Kayla - 1. Deputy - 0.

I should take this moment to say that I'm sorry I haven't posted in two weeks. I had two midterms, memo action, and more Civil Procedure hypotheticals in a night than we've had all year. I thought it'd be alright, but I actually got crap from people for my interweb silence...which is some pretty positive crap-getting, really, because it means someone reads this! Not that I wouldn't write it anyway...let's be honest.

Instead of writing a massive entry mini-series about what I've been doing for weeks, I decided to give you something much better: highlights, in PICTURES! Yeah! You get the visuals, and I get to read more about the Constitution tonight. Everyone wins, and I'm all about everyone winning.

It was Autumn's birthday a few weeks ago...where else would the cool kids go but Busboys and Poets?
The bday girl and Cindy, her roomie.

Danny, looking like the burdened artist he is. By the way, he brings that guitar everywhere. Even to clubs. Even to other concerts. This is why he is on my top 5 DC buddies list.

Andrea, with her patented, "I'm unintentionally adorable" pose.

Going with some buddies from a nonprofit I'm working with to Curbside Cookout 2010  - a huge parking lot full of all the the best food trucks in the greater DC area. I had Mumbai Butter Chicken...they had me at the first few words of their description: A tantric fusion of [does it really matter after "tantric fusion?"]...

We the Pizza!

The zoo. The National Zoo. Also, the unthinkable happened...I was en route via a cab, we bonded as we talked about his home country of Ethiopia, and he didn't let me pay. Yes, Blogger. You read that correctly. Anyway, here we are with an eagle statue.

Zoo quote of the day was by Autumn, as we were talking about if it was creepy to take pictures of other people's kids as they were doing unbelievably cute things: "I look like a foreigner. I do whatever I want."

On one of my neighbors' fences: I love these signs. I love them individually, but together they're unstoppable. My favorite is the "Slow Children" sign...it has no punctuation. A simple comma would change the meaning, but as it stands it is advising people across the nation to be careful- there are sluggish children in very close proximity...who may... run in front of your car in slow-motion.

A delicious spontaneous Monday night dinner, prepared by the ladies of 603. Yes, that's a candle in the middle of the table. Yes, they are holding up individual placecards with our pictures on them. Thank you, Cindy, for making sure mine wasn't left out of the picture.

And now, by popular demand, our feature exhibit: the dog of the house. He came with the roommates, and he came to win the hearts of every Georgetown law student this side of the Potomac. Among his achievements are Autumn, who had never pet a dog before due to her deep fear of them, Iris, who would give up her own meal for him if he so much looked through his little shaggy eyes at her, and Cindy, who goes up to her room when we're studying outside to get him one of her sweatshirts. I call it, "Hebrew: A Dog with A Lot of Feelings."

Hebrew, Swimsuit Edition

Tortured Soul Hebrew

Backstreet Boy Hair Hebrew

Hebrew, helping me study as only he can

And, of course, Wade trying to fit Hebrew into his kangaroo pocket and Hebrew not understanding why such a thing would ever happen to him...and yet doing nothing, as is his custom.

Phew. How was that? Thanks for tuning in...I should be a more faithful blogger for the next few weeks.