Ames recon:recap

Hmmm... not sure where to start. There were some highlights of the week, but otherwise a pretty big let-down, from the very first full day to the very last minute. I think the last one was on Thursday-ish, but lets go back to Tuesday.

Got to tour Drake law with an old friend who now goes there. I really like the campus, and I'd be able to get a fairly cheap (compared to Boston) right near the campus. Even if it is a couple blocks away, I really don't mind the walking. I could see myself there, which is a feeling I did NOT get with New England or anywhere else, even Iowa (more about Iowa later). If at all possible, I will be transferring back, no matter what. Hear that guys? REGARDLESS.
Got supper with another friend that night. She layed the smack down, which I needed to hear. Nobody was telling me anything, and to hear what I thought I needed to hear anyway was good. <3

Wednesday. Got up early and went to breakfast and coffee/latte with S. Hashed out our lives for an hour. I don't remember what I really did until about 3, when I went to go meet with A, catch up with him and pour my soul. I miss those meetings. Oddly enough, I felt more open as not a student under him than I did as an advisee. Stalked AA and W, who weren't home. W was NEVER home. And stopped answering his texts. Come on man, I just wanted to see you, I have no ill intentions. Did your drunk dial get you in trouble with the missus?
Wednesday night was brilliant. After supper with my Helser boys (wonderful!) I went to drink the truth potion made of beer (aka the Gryphonbrau) at Olde Main with K. Delicious and it definitely got me talking again. Ended the night with Demetri Martin at K's. Ended up on the floor yet again. Whenever I get drunk I tend to end up on the floor: the subway station, New Years, Wednesday... Why?

Thursday was Iowa. The admissions guy was super nice and I found out I only have to be in the top 25%, but I did not like the city of Iowa City. We shall see. Supper with J again, laying more smackdown. IRHA was brilliant, hilarious, but long. Not enough time at the bars afterward. It was S's birthday, so I had two groups to go between. Finally saw A2 for more than 10 awkward seconds... no comment. Went back to K2's and made grilled cheese. I don't know how I failed at it, but I burnt the first set BAD. Even the crazy cats wouldn't eat them.

Friday. Class. Make... stuff. Pack. KQ. Kaliedoquiz was kind of a let-down after having such a huge and well-organized team under Lando last year. I was the only over-21-year-old able to leave the building after awhile, so I had to go searching for Grizzly Adams by myself, running into A2 on the way around the bars. He had me drink his Bud Light (ew, don't blame me Sam, not my choice!), about 2 cans worth, on no supper. Then I had to drive. Woot. Again, no comments from me. Hey, I tried to get him to join the KQ team, but just like a lot of people, ditched us. At least we had some pretty dedicated people. N, T, K3M, R... I'm just glad I went back to K2's and got some sleep and a shower before returning at noon. I couldn't have functioned.
Hung out at the hall desk and collected some things Swedish (aka: Absolute and Svedka vodkas) on Saturday before driving home in the pouring rain. Lightning over Cedar Rapids... fml.

Flights were fine, fast. I thought for sure that finally the airline would lose my luggage so it would be delivered instead of me having to lug it through Boston, what with only having a 20 minute layover in Minneapolis. But no. It was late on the carousel, but it was there.

Then finally today. I haven't really expressed the extent of the crap-itude of the week. Let's just say, it didn't turn out as I would have wished. So today the mom of the class noticed I was in a crappy mood and sad and had like a 20 minute talk with me about what was wrong and gave me advice. Hopefully.

Then I vented to L. And she got me laughing, gave me hope and cheered me up. Some quotes from her, randomly, I don't even remember exactly what we were looking at, I just remember typing them:

"She's not a blonde! With big boobs! She's only how old? She looks like she's already popped out three kids! The blondes are so much more likely to look like, you know, disheveled and used, like how many have you been on? And huge tits, with a light colored shirt and a black bra! I'd notice her too after 5 shots of tequila. Like whoa! Big boob!"

"Dude, I could totally make a porn out of you two. Your motivation is the frustration of law school and the ex and.... I'm a frustrated artist, I could do it objectively..."