Student Wiped Out After Five Hours of Interviewing at Kick Ass Law Firm

Today was interview at Kick Ass Law Firm day. I love them and want to accept the position right now...but will wait to see what other interview(s) scare(s) up. The offer is open until December 1.

The first thing that was said to me when I walked into the office was: "Wow, it sure is refreshing to see someone who isn't wearing a blue or black suit!"

BWAAAAHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday was the Twin Cities Marathon. I jumped in to run part of it with Tonya. I ran about 2.5 miles before The Great Banana GU Debacle put me completely out of commission for about an hour. What happened was I met Tonya at the half and ran along with her all hunky-dory-like, and she gave me her packet of GU (energy gel) to hold in my pocket. At some point she asked for a tissue that I had in my pocket, and *apparently* when I put the tissue back, the GU fell out unbenownst to me. Some time later, she asked for the GU, and lo and behold, it was not there. I immediately turned around and raced backward at a dead sprint, desperately searching for the GU. I found it, amazingly, about a quarter-or half-mile back. I turned around and began sprinting back. I had run probably a mile or more at this dead sprint and could see Tonya in the distance and was on the verge of death when I saw, like an angel from Heaven, a friend of hers on bike. I gasped..."GU!"...and pointed toward Tonya, did the hand-off, and the friend effected the delivery. Yikes. My heart was beating about 1000 beats per minute as I slowly walked back to my car. I went to the store and reloaded on water, and then met up with Tonya again to run with her up the wicked hills on the back side of the river and a mile or so up Summit. She ran a great marathon.

I also caught the other friends I had set out to cheer for. Greg kicked some serious butt, finishing in under four hours. Anna finished under 4-1/2, which is awesome for a first-timer, and Dave (friend that I ran a few miles with last year) was looking great both times I saw him, but didn't get his finishing time. I never really cared much about the marathon before I ran it, but now I love to watch for my friends and wait around to cheer in the 5- and 6- hour runners.

Last night, Geoff had us over for a great dinner at his place in St. Paul. (Yes, I crossed the river TWICE in one day!) He made a really tasty baked ziti with spicy chicken sausage and caesar salad. Matt and Andrea brought a delicious vegetarian lasagna with tons of basil. Summra brought some ice cream cannoli dessert. I made a wacky little recipe swiped from Lynne Rosetta Casper's Italian Country Table cookbook. It was cantelope tossed with salt and fresh cracked pepper, olive oil, and white wine vinegar, then topped with chives and scallions. I also wrapped some of the cantelope in pruscuitto, a snazzy little recipe I swiped from Gene a few years ago. We had a great time and killed several bottles of red wine.

Nearly got hosed in Crim Pro today, as M, G, and I were on panel and hadn't read the material. Here was the email exchange that occurred between us last night after I asked Matt to refresh my recollection about where we were in the reading:

(Matt): On Wednesday we were just finishing up Chimel v. California. P. 217. The assigned reading for us is 208-258. I suspect he will make it all the way down our row to me for sure, and probably petosker, and I wouldn't bet against Geoff. I am not sure what the pace will be, but I would concentrate on a few cases after Chimel. Good Luck. IF I get it briefed, I will send it all your way.

(Anna): do you think we should read past 258?

(Matt): NO.

I was an hour late to class, owing to excessively long interviews at Kick Ass Firm, and when I showed up at class, I discovered that we were already on page 260 and Matt was on deck to get called on. The three of us were totally sweating. Time for some stalling tactics. We were discussing probable cause and warrantless searches. So Matt throws up his hand and asks if cops should be able to pull over suburban white people in North Minneapolis, because the only reason they would be in my neighborhood is to buy drugs. This gave me the opportunity to cry out in protest and refuse to invite him over for future dinner parties, which gave Geoff the chance to inform everyone that he saw a drug deal go down a block away the last time he left my house and Matt concurred that he had the same experience. Then everyone got fired up and huge class-wide discussion/argument ensued for several minutes. This took so much time that I never got called on. (But Matt did. Ha!) So, some love to Matt for that, but he needn't have trashed my 'hood. Seriously.