#non-law

[outofcontextlawschool-blog]

Growing up in Cincinnati, I often wondered, as is the dream in Ohio, 'can I go somewhere else?'

Professor, ruminating on his childhood

[emilywalks]

Last night, my best friend K. and I tried out a new recipe, curried lentils and sweet potatoes.  I'd invited a few people over later in the evening for games, and signals got a bit crossed so we ended up with a dinner party of six.  It worked out to be a lovely night.  The dinner turned out well (even my Indian friend said it was delicious), and the company was great, a mix of classmates I know well and slightly less well, plus a few non-law students who kept us from going on too long about anticipatory repudiation.

We played Scattergories and Catchphrase, and later in the night, after everyone had had a few more glasses of wine, a long game of Never Have I Ever.  It's the first time I've had that candid/raunchy a conversation with any classmates since school started-- probably I tend to leave the parties too early.  Or skip them entirely, like the toga party that apparently ended in widespread male nudity.  Which--there's a contingent of the class, all bright, interesting people, who are quite keen on reliving their college days.  I had a pretty tame collegiate experience to begin with, and the few nights of throwing up cheap vodka were more than enough the first time.  But if it makes them happy, I won't judge (much), I'll just miss out on the antics. 

Anyway, it's so pleasant to have finals done and be able to spend an evening just enjoying the company of some friends without any homework looming or without conversation immediately devolving into a debate over affirmative action (wait, that did happen at dinner--I just avoided it by hurrying off to the kitchen to do some cleanup).