Friday night was dinner at Alero, complete with pitchers of margaritas and a lot of overloud and inappropriate dinner conversation (thanks, Jaisen). After dinner I went home to prepare for the first year moot court competition in the morning. That was the plan, but after the sleep deprivation on Thursday night, I just sacked out.
Saturday morning I got up bright and early to get into a suit and tie and down to the law school by 8:15 am. The first snowflakes were starting to fall just as I was turning into the parking garage. After fortifying the free coffee with a generous slug of bourbon from my trusty flask, I read through the cases and rewrote my oral argument.
Moot court, for those not in the know, involves competitors arguing cases that have already been decided in front of a panel of mock judges. Points are awarded based on presentation, legal argument, and, most importantly, how well you avoid getting thrown completely off track by some judge interrupting your brilliant soliloquy on fundamental liberty with a stupid question. The secret of appellate argument: What you think matters doesn’t matter; only what the judge thinks matters, matters.
It was a blast. I love public speaking and working under pressure. In spite of the fun I had, I was not one of the lucky few to advance. More free time for me.
By the time my session was done, the blizzard had come. Thinking ahead, I packed a change of clothes, so I hiked to the Metro station and hung out at Shannon’s house. We watched The Funeral and had some food, along with bourbon-fortified hot chocolate. Once the roads were clear I trekked back to WCL to get my car and got home by 11:00 pm.
Sunday was devoted to cleaning the house (minor progress) and studying (also minor progress).