Last Night...

Last night marked the end of an era: no more alter-ego nights, no more B.A.R. sightings.

Last night was the one year auction anniversary. Those who know what that means, know--those who don't, don't worry about it. Anyway, it was a fun night once again, albeit not half as interesting as last year's auction and auction aftermath. Ha ha. This year I ended up being outbid on Professor Wooten's wine tour and dinner package, as well as, once again, outbid for the Schlegel! dinner. Speaking of...Schlegel! was the auctioneer and while he would not give up the cowboy hat for the bidding, he was highly amusing. Auctioneering (is that even a word?) seemed like second nature to him. I ended up winning bids on several silent auction items: $125 in gift certificates to restaurants, for which I paid substantially less. I will be frequenting Cozumel, Cole's and Bacchus now that I have lots of gift certificates.

Ah, also I went to Mother's after the auction and Peter Michael Merrick was nowhere to be found. He has been demoted from bartending to permanent waitstaff. Kat's bartender Kevin was there, but no Peter Michael. After I told Aleks & Tracey this, they decided that we'll have to have dinner at Mother's. I don't think so. We'll see though....

OK...well lots of work to do today, so only a short blog. :)

Selected Excerpts of a CRAAAZY Weekend

2-18-05 Kathleen A. Madden makes a pilgrimage to Buffalo, NY. Buffalo should have considered itself warned that the two partners in crime were back in action! First thing is first: we are no longer partners in crime, per se; there has been an official title change to "partners in feistines"!

After picking Miss Madden up from the Airport, we returned back to the El Wasseim for a catch up session. This was followed by a tour of both the law school and Buffalo itself. After a snack-attack dinner flushed down with some Alabama Slammers...we were ready to take on Rough Buff!

Heading down to Elmwood, we started out at Faherty's. There we made some friends with the bartenders: Kevin, Brian "the little one with the dirrrrty shirt" and John. Seems that origami cranes work wonders for free drinks from Kevin. haha. Let me tell you, good thing I taught Japan Camp for so many years! Kevin was also the shot buddy of the night--very good Buff equivalents of red headed sluts. haha. While waiting for the cab we called to take us to our next location, Kat, Lisa, and I proceeded to harass the doorman and demand to check ids as people entered the building. After a significant line started to form as a result of our incessant id checking and chattering, the doorman seemed to get a bit annoyed. Fortunately, our cab came, and we left him to his doorman duties.

After brief appearances at a few other Allen St. bars we made our way to Mothers, where I was fated to meet Peter Michael Merrick. This man was a beauteous creature--really, I was smitten inside-a two seconds. One might wonder why we learned his whole name. Well, as Danielle is apt to point out, I really may be a gay man: when he told me his name was Peter I decided I didn't like it and promptly plotted with Kat how to rename him. We decided to just ask his middle name and if it was better, we'd call him that. Well, one thing led to another and he had us guessing his name. Now he knows my full name and I know his. I should back up....Within two minutes of our arrival, Peter Michael not only asked us why were giving him the eyes (where I promptly winked at hiim), but called us “feisty”. The second bartender, Kevin, was Kat's OOL of the night. This guy Marc caught Kat eyeing Kevin, and asked her if she was taking him home. She responded with a simple, “I wish!” He then said, “Go for it. You got that.” When Lisa kindly reminded him, “She doesn’t HAVE a home here…remember…she’s visiting.” Marc responded, “Does your friend have a car? Does the heat work? Take him there.” Amazing. Marc also tried to coerce me to seduce Peter Michael Merrick, but I told him PMM doesn't get everything in one night!

So, Peter Michael noticed after a while that I had tied cherry stems in my mouth and asked if they were mine. I acknowledged ownership and he said, "wow! That's sexy!" Yes, well I was not so sexy in the next act of tying the stem, but what can you expect at 3am? While Peter Michael was very attentive to my demands, he did deem me “a lot to handle,” and promptly asked me if I'd visit him next Friday. He can't get enough and I have big plans to visit that bar again next weekend.

The next part of this blog was written in Kathleen Madden's own delightful words. They deserve a lot of merit so here it is for your reading pleasure:

"Saturday evening started at Fridays for dinner and drinks. A few drinks later, while paying the check, a certain someone proceeded to hit on the 19 year old waiter (with a fake id), asking him if he’d be out at the bars later. I’ll let you figure out whether that was Rachelle or I *wink wink*. We then went to a pretty classy joint, Bacchus.

The next bar is really where it all went down. After cracking some jokes about a few guys that looked like they were teleported straight out of the 80’s, and a guy who looked insanely like Meatloaf, Rachelle and I made friends with a *gasp* Yankees fan after informing him that his NY hat was highly offensive. Along with this new friendship came a slew of other male friends and free drinks for the night. No complaints here.

While Rachelle was chatting it up with the leader, Rob, I met my hero, Gary. This guy was quite possibly the funniest person I have EVER met. Among other things, he pretended some girl’s fur sweater was a live animal, while patting it and making animal noises. He also rubbed said animal sweater on some nearby asses, and then proceeded to shove said sweater into people’s faces for them to smell. This, though it may sound bizarre, was hysterical. He also did this minus the sweater, simply using his hand, and would then put his hand in people’s faces for them to whiff. In conjunction with this game of ass sniffing, I decided that it was only right for Mr. Gary to receive an ass grab of his own. Unfortunately, he was able to predict my move, and before my outstretched hand reached his bottom, he discretely removed his pants, causing me to grab his bare bum. In shock, I let out a loud screech. Honestly…who pulls their pants down in public? More importantly…who grabs a bare ass? Apparently I do."

ugh

I am strugglin' today. First off, it's cold and rainy. I hate cold rain. Second, I just spent God knows how long trying to get my umbrella down and finally Kristen came along and rescued me. Third, trying to avoid people today has been a challenge. Fourth, I'm sick and just want to be in bed. Instead of lying in my bed like all normal people, I am at the libe working and reading Sales & Secured Transactions. This is a painful, painful day. The worst party, I have no idea how it could or would get better and have no hope of it improving, to boot. Ok, enough complaints.

The weekend was ok. Friday night was Jazz Night. I will probably not be attending Jazz Night next year. On Saturday I went to a party and that was a good time, eventhough I stayed for roughly an hour and a half. I was just a party-pooper in the complete sense of the word. After that I convinced the roommate to go play pool. Well, psycho-guy accosted our pool table at Faherty's so we went on a hunt for a different venue. That was completely unsuccessful, so we took to a night of stalking instead. I think the highlight was driving through McDonald's at 3am and after receiving cold fries (how DARE they!), I backed up to the drive through and announced, "THESE ARE GROSS!" That sent the roommate into hysterics and the McD's people back to work. Eventually we got good fries. So the phrase of the weekend is, "These are gross!"

I;m back to business this week because Friday brings the best present ever---KATHLEEN MADDEN's long awaited visit!!!!!! Buffalo: consider yourself warned!

Mission Almost Accomplished--as always...

Well the meeting with the soccer guy was more like a lunch date, but in the end it was a lot of fun. We went to Bennigan's and spent about 15 minutes talking about actual soccer and 1.5 hours talking about other things. I'm excited to be coaching and back in the game. Maybe next year I'll join the women's league. There's still the rugby team hopes too...if only I could get Tuesdays and Thursdays off I could play. Oh well. Better luck next season.

I have two more projects to finish and I'm done with Bridge Term. Next week regular classes start up and I still haven't figured out my classes or schedule. I have decided I need to take more business law classes if I want to go in house. I think that with a background in business law, patents, and lisencing--that would be an optimal combo. We'll see. I just need to get the tech transfer office job.

Ok so one little rant then it's work time. So I went to my carrel this morning like any good law student, only to find a sleeping non-law student in the carrel. First off it scared the shit out of me--and probably her too. Oh I was pissed. I am really annoyed with non-law students in the library. Anyway, she just left my carrel and was going for the one behind me, so I informed her that if she wanted a carrel she needed a key and the carrels are only for law students. I keep hoping that one of these days they will rid the library of the sleeping non-law students...and maim those people who do not turn off their cell phone, then proceed to leave it ringing on loud.