The day before

Stella and I are holed up at Starbucks studying for finals.Studying at Starbucks
My international tax law exam is self-scheduled. I may take it tomorrow. Possibly, maybe.

I will finish my outline for Wednesday’s corporate tax law exam tonight and see if I need more than one day to prepare. I think I just need to force myself to take these self-scheduled exams early lest I focus on too many irrelevant/obscure things. I think 80% of finals prep is a waste of time, so I am trying (desperately) to be more efficient.

…and crazy “reads aloud in foreign languages” hobo is here. He’s usually at the Purple Onion but decided to make a guest appearance at Starbucks to distract us. He was reading in Arabic, now he’s reading aloud in Italian, and we are pretty sure he doesn’t speak either language. I don’t know what’s going on, but after a few more hours in the treasury regulations I might start speaking in tongues too…

Oh, and Starbucks had “happy hour” today, which meant half-priced beverages and a line that stretched outside of the door for the better part of 2 hours:
starbucks happy hour
The undergrads couldn’t chase me down for snickering and taking their picture because they didn’t want to lose their place in line. Hah! This happy-hour promotion goes all week, so I will have a captive audience for when I snap and start reading tax regs aloud. Buhaha

Saturdays are for tax law and vomit…

See, in law school Saturdays are off the chain. Behold:
international tax law
How do I contain myself? Someone call Lindsay…

I finally got cracking on studying for international tax law today. I am close to halfway through. Maybe. I will put in a few more hours at home because Dunn Brothers is about to close, and the Barista looks like she’s about to crack some heads open to clear the place out…

Last night Juddson and I saw Iron Man II at the fancy theater in St. Louis Park. I did not care for the first Iron Man movie, but the sequel was exciting. It had a plot. It had action. There was character development, decent special affects, and the obligatory Kill-Bill style female-kick-ass scene. Vöt!.

After letting the dogs out, we went to Stadium Village and ate at Bona, a Vietnamese restaurant, where the waitress would not make eye contact with us.

When we got back to my car, I opened my trunk and fetched a bottle of mouthwash. The mouthwash was needed because I did not have any gum and my freshness was compromised by the onion-licious dinner. As I dug through my trunk for the mouthwash, a random girl parked at the meter behind us spoke:

Mei-Ling: “Do you know anything about cars?”
Me: “I’m fabulous. Of course not.”
Mei-Ling: “Oh, my car won’t start…”
Me: “Did you leave the lights on?”
Mei-Ling: “No.”
Me: “Has it done this before?”
Mei-Ling: “No, well, yes. Once.”
Me: “Hm. Sorry. I would do more harm than good.”
Mei-Ling: “Can you at least wait for my dad to come so he can take your meter spot to help me?”
Me: “…uh, sure.”

Juddson was unamused, but we didn’t want poor Mei-Ling to be raped and murdered, so he fetched gum from the market across the street while I waited for Mei-Ling’s father to show up. We were late for Jeff’s shindig, but we were tardy because we are gentlemen.

The shindig was at Jetset, which was actually busy for once. Jetset is mostly a stand, pose, and bitch bar. Naturally, we did all three. There was even a guest appearance by Mobs, who is done with his two finals. And yes, I hissed at him. Ugh…

Juddson insists that it snowed when we left Jetset. I didn’t notice, but I discovered at work today that the bananas I left in my trunk had frozen. It was like dessert. Mm…

Of course I am tired now, but I will attempt to rally and get more international tax studying done. Possibly, maybe. We’ll see. One more week and finals are done. Woo

Update – I did not finish this post before I left Dunn Brothers. I leave the cafe and call Phillp while driving home. I park in front of my building and say,

Me: “Uh oh, I think I am about to be rear ended.”
Phillip: “Oh no…”

I am already outside of my car when a smoking car comes barreling down the street. The driver stops less than a foot behind my bumper. I make eye contact with the driver as I fetch my books from my backseat. The driver looks like he is holding his breath.

The driver then opens the door and THROWS UP ALL OVER THE STREET. I avoid eye contact and scurry into my building.

Me: “Random driver just yarked all over the street!”
Phillp: “Dennis, these things always seem to happen to you. I don’t usually read blogs, but I read your blog every day because there is always SOMETHING like this going on. You know you’re going to get shot again before you move from Minneapolis right?”
Me: “WHAT A TERRIBLE THING TO SAY!”
Phillp: “I know! But I’m just saying… you KNOW it’s true.”

Ugh. Damn it. I am going to bed.

Update II: So of course the second I go to bed my apartment is floodlit by a fire truck, randomly parked in front of the building…I am so over this neighborhood