Two Down, Eight To Go February 4, 2009
Posted by wes285 in Uncategorized.Tags: Boston, D.C., Law School, Living, New York City, Undershirts
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I got rejected from a law school last week. I got into a law school last week. They are the first two schools I’ve heard back from. Neither of them were my top choice. Or my second or third or even fourth choice. But it’s nice to know that I’ve gotten in somewhere. Relieves some of the wondering. Eight more schools to hear from. I’ve been sitting around merely existing for the last year and a half or so since I finished college. Lost touch with a bunch of friends from school. Made a handful of new friends. Had a string of first dates. A few second dates. And even a couple girls who put up with me for a month or two. I’d even go as far as to say I actually liked them. But in the back of my mind, knowing that I might be gone from D.C., I never let them go anywhere.
My dating life has pretty much been a microcosm of my time in D.C. I haven’t let myself get attached to anyone or anything here because I don’t want to have to leave anything important behind. Much of this is because I hope that I’ll be in law school in New York City. Maybe Boston. Just not D.C. This makes me a little sad. Maybe sad isn’t the right word. Being sad in this case entails some sort of regret. I don’t regret any of my time in D.C. I’ve had a blast here living in a house with some of my closest friends and hanging out with others along the way. Yet, for lack of a better word, I feel a bit sad. What if I do end up back here in D.C. Other than growing up in the area, I have no real connection to the place. It’ll basically be like starting over with new. A new place to live. New people to meet. Maybe I do have a regret or two.
Eight more schools to hear from. Hopefully one of them will be my ticket out of here for a fresh and real new start. To living rather than just existing.
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This has nothing to do with anything other than just being a pet peeve. But for chrissakes, can people please learn to wear a proper undershirt? I’m not talking about going out on the weekend wearing a collared shirt without an undershirt. I certainly do this with polos in the summer when it’s way too hot to be wearing more than one shirt. I’m talking about in the workplace. I work in a law firm where the dress code is business casual. Basically, slacks and a collared shirt and no tie. Why do people insist on wearing a colored t-shirt under their button down? The workplace isn’t about matching your undershirt to your dress shirt. You look like an unprofessional fool who hasn’t mentally moved himself past college. And the absolute worst is a t-shirt under a white dress shirt. Everyone in the office can see that you went to MTV’s Cancun Spring Break at Señor Frog’s and took too many shots with some random girl from Wichita State. I’m pretty sure your partner isn’t looking too kindly on that. Go to Macy’s and buy yourself two threepacks of undershirts. It’ll last you a week and a day. It shouldn’t cost you more than $30. Am I the only person who feels this way?
Getting Hit By a Car is a Pain in the Ass, Literally January 22, 2008
Posted by wes285 in Drinking, Family, Friends, Observations, Pain.Tags: Accidents, Boston, DC NY Bus, Gold Rush Chicken Sandwich, Law School, Mom, New York City, Roy Rogers, Stupid People
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So, my parents happened to be up in New York City this weekend independent of me going. They were up to give my aunt a break from taking care of my dad’s aunt. She’s 80+ and dislocated her shoulder a month or so ago. My parents got up on Friday and walking back from lunch my mom got hit by a car crossing Delancey Street. They were correctly in the crosswalk and some guy wasn’t paying attention and hit my mom. She ended up in the hospital until Monday with a fractured pelvis and concussion. The gods have a cruel sense of humor.
My mom’s going to be fine. She has to use a walker and will be unable to work for a couple months. But there aren’t an internal injuries. The reason I bring all this up is because I was reminded again of how blessed I am with the family and friends ready to come help at a moments notice. My uncle used his day off to drive up to the city in his minivan and drive my parents (they took the bus up, which would have been impossible for my mom to take back). My friend Jeremy, who I was staying with, stopped by the hospital with me for a while. His older brother showed up, albeit right after my mom was discharged. The second we got home, my cousin was over with food. All of my mom’s other siblings stopped by once we got home to see how she was doing and a bunch of my mom’s friends are already lining up to bring food. It reminds of the parade of people in and out of our house when my mom had cancer. This, ladies and gentleman is the way it’s supposed to be.
Also, does anyone know any lawyers in New York that deal with this sort of stuff? The second I walked into the ER my mom said “so I guess this is how we pay for our bay house.” That’d be nice. Although, my parents aren’t the type to sue into oblivion, just what they should get. Again, the gods have a cruel sense of humor.
Moving on, I was also in New York City this weekend. I, like most poor people, take the bus. Perhaps the highlight is the stop at a Delaware/Jersey rest stop. You know why? Because they all have Roy Rogers and Roy Rogers has the Gold Rush Chicken Sandwich. Fried chicken filet topped with cheese, bacon and drizzled with honey all on a kaiser roll. That’s about as close to perfection as you get (the picture doesn’t do the sandwich justice).
Like many places on the east coast, New York City was deathly cold. 15-20 degrees with windchill that made it damn near unbearable. It didn’t stop me from going out at night, but I do like to wander around the city during the day, which was quite limited due to the wind and weather.
In one of my few trips outside, I did see a girl completely bundled up in a heavy coat, scarf, ear muffs and all. Except, as she walked by me, I noticed that her thong. Wait, what? Yeah. In the frigid weather, she was all bundled up, but showing some thong. I don’t find it sexy for someones thong to show to begin with. It’s trashy. Find some clothes that fit. But in the freezing cold weather? No one thinks that’s sexy. I’d say the majority of people would just think you’re stupid to cover up your entire body except your ass crack.
I went to Fiddlesticks in the West Village. I’d been there once before and thought it was decent. But this time around not so much. It was really bridge and tunnely, which I don’t really care about. I don’t live in the city, much less have some superiority complex about the non-Manhattan dwellers. I mean, I was practically dressed the part. But what was annoying was having to wade through the ridiculous crowd of people just to get a drink. Think Cornerstone in College Park or a handful of the bars in Adams Morgan like Angry Inch or Tom Tom’s. I used to be okay with going to places like these. But not so much anymore. Maybe its a sign of getting old. I was there for one drink and then left with Jeremy and went to some dive and knocked back a few beers. Much better decision. The meatpacking district and the area around 1st and 1st, also a much better decision which was followed up on the next night.
New York City isn’t as expensive as I thought to live in. Maybe its because D.C. isn’t exactly cheap either. But I wouldn’t have to pay that much more than I am now to live comfortably enough in Manhattan. Also, I wouldn’t have a car, so the amount I save on insurance and gas would almost make it a wash. Plus its closer to good skiing than D.C. New York is looking more and more appealing as a destination for law school. New York or Boston is where I’m at now.
I have been described as a “hilarious DC based blogger” by a blogger in Dallas. That pretty much made my day. So, because of that, Lauren Ratliff, your blog is going on my blogroll.
