It's like jazz. It's the sense they DON'T make.

So the other day, we were all contemplating the color of our contracts professor's most recent handout (they come in various shade of the rainbow for some reason). My friend M had to pass them out, and the guy behind me remarked, "So M, what shade are these?"

He paused momentarily, then said, "Smurf. Definitely Smurf."

The first guy laughed and said, "Where do Smurfs come from, anyway?"

Without missing a beat, M said, "Whenever there's a blue moon, a smurf is born."

There was a really awkward pause and I said, "That came a little too easily. Like that's the right answer."

And he laughed and explained that he just remembers from the show. I occasionally forget that he's one of the few people in my class who's actually my age. (Not that I knew where Smurfs come from, but I do know they're three apples high. Wtf.)

I said, "Please don't tell me you can quote the volume and episode number."

He said, "It's volume 4, episode 20, it's called Gargamel's Big Day."

But I think he was kidding. I think.

Du Jour means seat belts. Du Jour means crash positions!

My favorite Dallas band Odis is breaking up! :(

I was already hoping to sneak home between finals and summer work, so we have yet another incentive here...(their last show is May 29th). The worst part is not knowing if I'll ever get a recorded copy of my favorite track, Hey Now, even though they recorded a new album this past February. Fingers crossed it sees the light of day...cause God knows being forced to listen via shitty youtube clips is sorta frustrating. Especially when the clips aren't that great...



Especially since they did just record their second album (not sure if it got finished, admittedly), it seems a little sudden, but I suppose that's how it goes. (Although when I was telling D one of my bands was breaking up, he was like, "Depeche Mode?" and I was like, "Dude, jesus, they should have broken up like ten years ago, but nope, they're still around." (Sort of, anyway, not that they're really the band I grew up on anymore...)

I'm impressed they lasted five years because I don't think I could stand anyone after running around in a van for days at a time, at all hours of the night, frequently on the road, etc. for anywhere close to that long. But this was the band I used to watch constantly around DFW the summer before I left for law school, so it really takes me back to that time when I hear their first (uh, only) album.

But anyway, back to studying...even though I'm still really pissed. Sigh.

Republicans know the right name can make any legislation sound as unwelcome as a turd in a punchbowl.

I have been meaning to update this in the past few days, even before I got a limerick with proper grammar asking where I was!

First of all, we were having a really great spring in Boston until the night before last. It just got COLD all of a sudden! I remember the night in particular because I actually went out and about.

I was sitting in the theatre district having a cosmo because the hospital where I get my physical therapy is next to the theater district. (This was after the appointment, thanks.) And I remembered my friend B had gone to see Cats! the night before. I know it's not cool to like Cats!, but I do, I have much nostalgia for it.



Anyway, I hadn't planned on going cause that shit's pricey, but she said she got a student rush ticket for $25. After texting her to confirm the theatre, she also said it was cash only. I never carry cash, nor do I have an ATM card. But weirdly, my husband had just given me $20 the night before (more on that later) and I had a few ones. I bought the girl next to me a drink in exchange for cash and off I went, hooray, cause I'm smart like that.

I really enjoyed the show and I have decided that I want to be Mr. Mistoffelees when I grow up. He gets to wear a full-on rhinestone-encrusted outfit and everyone claps and cheers for him the whole time. And he's just a bad-ass. So I'll work on that.



(Oh Google images, you never let me down with your weirdness. And while searching for images, I came across a picture of Evan Lysacek skating his gold medal Olympic win in which some commentator had said he looked like Mr. Mistoffelees in his Vera-Wang-snake number, so at least I'm consistent in what I like.)

Anyway, by the time the show got out, wow, I was not dressed for that. Chilly. Luckily, the theatre district is also really close to the red line train stop. Ah, Boston.

And I'm now trapped inside for a three-day weekend in which I...study. woot. It is so gross and cold outside so hopefully it doesn't drive me to the sofa and the two discs of Queer As Folk that came in the mail...

And I have words for Project Runway, but I don't think A may be caught up yet, so I'll refrain...

And lastly, as for the $20 the hubby gave me, I recently won best oral advocate in my writing class. He thought I just won against my opponent (which we don't do since it's just one argument, we don't get to rebut each other's statements), so he gave me the $20 to treat myself to something. (Which as you can see, I did!) But then he realized I actually won in my section (and all of us that do get invited to a competition next year), so he took me to Sunset Grill last night and I finally got to try their Banana Bread Beer! It was big, it was tasty...and yeah, I don't think I need to have it again!

Oh, contracts and your sweet siren song, I hear you calling...