Eight Months After Its Mysterious Disappearance, Elusive Kings of Leon CD Appears on Floor of Subaru

My buddy David had been telling me for some time that I should listen to Kings of Leon. So I was delighted when, following an afternoon of leisurely patio-sitting with the Unemployed Ladies Society this past summer, The Mess invited me to join her to watch them performing live at First Ave. You can read about that whole debacle here. So, the concert didn't happen. But shortly after that, The Mess showed up to a little soiree at my place with a CD full of Kings of Leon songs. Whee! I was so excited to listen to them, but then...the CD mysteriously disappeared for several months. Until this fine morning, when I noticed a shiny object near my feet as I was parking. The Kings of Leon CD. Joy! And I love it. LOVE it. My favorite song is "Milk." I'm listening to it over and over and over again on my ipod. I also like "Soft" and "Day Old Blues." Anyhoo, if you're still alive, Mess: Thanks. I love the CD.

As you know by now, I'm leaving Saturday morning for Gulfport. Since I'm such a geeky blogger, I started a Gulfport Blog so our friends and family can check in on us while we're gone. Probably won't be much on it until we get down there, Monday or so.

The Eighth Circuit Court of Appeals was sitting at my school this morning, and I got to watch Greg (my old boss) argue two asylum cases that I had worked on quite a bit while I was still at the office. I had written both of their briefs to the Board of Immigration Appeals, so I knew both cases really well. I was sitting next to one of the judge's clerks, and was chatting with him quite a bit before the arguments started. I kept thinking hmmmm...I could just lean over and..."Whew, well, I read the briefs on this one...pretty strong case for the petitioner, dontcha think?" But I kept my trap shut. It's always kind of a difficult experience for me to watch oral argument in cases that I had worked on so much. I still remember every nuance of the case and I'm answering the judges' questions and formulating my own arguments in my head. When the opposing counsel brings something up, I get all nervous that Greg won't catch it and I start to stress, wish I could sit there and elbow him etc. I felt so much ownership in those cases.

I'm working on an appellate brief for my writing class. It's due the week after I return from Spring Break, and I'm losing a week of writing time. (Sadly, many of my classmates are devoting their Spring Breaks to writing it...no rest for the wicked). So I am plugging away at it today and tomorrow, and will have to hunker down when I get back, emerging only to refill my coffee cup and to pee.