If You Can't Find Something to Do in DC, it's Your Fault

Last night's bar review was plenty fun, if crowded.  I learned immediately which of my classmates thought they knew me well enough to start with hugging on first sight, and I guess that means we're friends.  Or they were drunk.  Maybe both.

This morning we had a relatively meaningless "class" about how to use the library to access statutes, opinions, and regulations.  I say meaningless only because the librarian read verbatim off of a slide show to us to explain what to do.  The slide show was useful.  I would have liked to have that e-mailed to me.  I just have a thing about slide shows being read to me.  It bothers me.  I feel like someone thinks I can't or won't read on my own.

I left the afternoon and evening completely free, going under the general assumption that something would come up.  And indeed it did.  Around four I left with around twenty folks from the dorm to go to the sculpture garden at the National Gallery for an evening of jazz.

It's the same fountain that Absi and I sat around when we went to the 

National Gallery to see the "forest" of Capitoline statues.

As far as the eye can see in this picture- law students who enjoy jazz.

They had some excellent bands and I stayed there with Matt (who lives across the hall and plays lots of Settlers and Monopoly with us) and Nikki (the only section-five member with whom I share every class) until around eight.  At that point, Matt and I went to Union Station so that I could get Bojangles. Because I already miss sweet tea.  The fried chicken wasn't bad, either.

From there I went far north on the green line to meet up with Maria, Ben, and Amy (friends from China).  Remember how I ran into Maria the other day while walking down the street?  We don't kid around when we say we're getting a reunion together.  

The picture is blurry because my phone is difficult to control.

At Maria's we played some games (I guess it's not just a law school thing.) and I played the piano for a very popular singalong session (I found out that when I'm among non-musical drunk people I'm basically Billy Joel, regardless of my ability to play only four chords... (parenthetical-inside-parenthetical: most songs can be played with only four chords, just not well.)).  Then the group went out to a bar on U-street.  

At one-AM, the metro was empty except for our group.

It was great getting to know friends-of-friends, including a 3L at American University who gave me some more law school pointers, which are always welcome.  I made sure to hop back on the metro before it closed down for the night.

And this is the last image I see before I step onto campus.  Yay weekend.