See, in law school Saturdays are off the chain. Behold:

How do I contain myself? Someone call Lindsay…

I finally got cracking on studying for international tax law today. I am close to halfway through. Maybe. I will put in a few more hours at home because Dunn Brothers is about to close, and the Barista looks like she’s about to crack some heads open to clear the place out…

Last night Juddson and I saw Iron Man II at the fancy theater in St. Louis Park. I did not care for the first Iron Man movie, but the sequel was exciting. It had a plot. It had action. There was character development, decent special affects, and the obligatory Kill-Bill style female-kick-ass scene. Vöt!.

After letting the dogs out, we went to Stadium Village and ate at Bona, a Vietnamese restaurant, where the waitress would not make eye contact with us.

When we got back to my car, I opened my trunk and fetched a bottle of mouthwash. The mouthwash was needed because I did not have any gum and my freshness was compromised by the onion-licious dinner. As I dug through my trunk for the mouthwash, a random girl parked at the meter behind us spoke:

Mei-Ling: “Do you know anything about cars?”
Me: “I’m fabulous. Of course not.”
Mei-Ling: “Oh, my car won’t start…”
Me: “Did you leave the lights on?”
Mei-Ling: “No.”
Me: “Has it done this before?”
Mei-Ling: “No, well, yes. Once.”
Me: “Hm. Sorry. I would do more harm than good.”
Mei-Ling: “Can you at least wait for my dad to come so he can take your meter spot to help me?”
Me: “…uh, sure.”

Juddson was unamused, but we didn’t want poor Mei-Ling to be raped and murdered, so he fetched gum from the market across the street while I waited for Mei-Ling’s father to show up. We were late for Jeff’s shindig, but we were tardy because we are gentlemen.

The shindig was at Jetset, which was actually busy for once. Jetset is mostly a stand, pose, and bitch bar. Naturally, we did all three. There was even a guest appearance by Mobs, who is done with his two finals. And yes, I hissed at him. Ugh…

Juddson insists that it snowed when we left Jetset. I didn’t notice, but I discovered at work today that the bananas I left in my trunk had frozen. It was like dessert. Mm…

Of course I am tired now, but I will attempt to rally and get more international tax studying done. Possibly, maybe. We’ll see. One more week and finals are done. Woo…

Update – I did not finish this post before I left Dunn Brothers. I leave the cafe and call Phillp while driving home. I park in front of my building and say,

Me: “Uh oh, I think I am about to be rear ended.”
Phillip: “Oh no…”

I am already outside of my car when a smoking car comes barreling down the street. The driver stops less than a foot behind my bumper. I make eye contact with the driver as I fetch my books from my backseat. The driver looks like he is holding his breath.

The driver then opens the door and THROWS UP ALL OVER THE STREET. I avoid eye contact and scurry into my building.

Me: “Random driver just yarked all over the street!”
Phillp: “Dennis, these things always seem to happen to you. I don’t usually read blogs, but I read your blog every day because there is always SOMETHING like this going on. You know you’re going to get shot again before you move from Minneapolis right?”
Me: “WHAT A TERRIBLE THING TO SAY!”
Phillp: “I know! But I’m just saying… you KNOW it’s true.”

Ugh. Damn it. I am going to bed.

Update II: So of course the second I go to bed my apartment is floodlit by a fire truck, randomly parked in front of the building…I am so over this neighborhood…