When I was a kid, my brother and I had a nanny of sorts that I will
call "Schweiz" for non-obvious reasons. Schweiz was a high schooler,
while brother Broy and I were elementary, my dear readers. Anyway,
Schweiz had a fascination for cars exhibiting the pounding beats of
monstrous bass. I happen to think such cars are annoying as hell these
days. But the point is, whenever such a boombastic car drove past
Schweiz and us while we were having a walk-a-bout, Schweiz would
invariably call out, "I like ya bass!" where, of course, "ya" stands
for a possessive pronoun, and the rest stands for an appreciation of
Today, I found myself having the same instinct to express my verbal
appreciation for biking spandex. Remember how I mentioned yesterday
that there is a severe paucity of cyclists in Davis sporting the
incredibly sexy, empowering, and practical biking spandex? Well I saw
one today. A lone specimen in a sea of t-shirt and jeans-clad
commuters. So excited was I that I nearly called out, "I like ya
spandex, (beotch!)" where, of course, "beotch" would have been an
optional added emphasis of my sweet lust for the biking spandex. But I
figured with so few spandexters around, he might mistake me for
mocking and thus take offense. And I wouldn't want to risk ruining a
man's perfectly healthy relationship with skin-tight sporting apparel.
So I bit my tongue. With much effort. Sigh...
I did the Davis open house today, despite knowing that I'm not coming
here. Davis students and faculty are all incredibly nice in that very
high energetic, pro-active way. That is not my preferred flavor of
nice. It's great if that's your vibe, and I can tell this is a great
law school. But just as in Salt Lake, I would feel like an outsider
here, only in a different way. I am grateful I have experienced this
for myself so there will be no regrets.
Also, almost every prospective student I talked to today is from
California and would want to move to SoCal or Bay Area afterwards.
Talk about inbred! Well, i mean, it's just that in Portland almost
everyone I met was from out of state and about 60 percent of L&C
graduates opt to stay in Portland. That appeals to me, whereas club
California Forever does not.
Once I am home tomorrow I am putting down my full deposit for
Portland. Then it will really be official, and I shall have to
celebrate with Grand Marnier cocktails!
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Sacramento itself is a mad and
confusing little zoo. I got lost twice when there was no good reason
to do so. You see, the freeways are full of those lanes that turn into
different freeways if you aren't paying close attention, and I fell
victim to that twice. And whereas in Salt Lake if you take the wrong
exit you can easily get back on the freeway again, not so here. I
managed to somehow stumble upon a highway that led to my needed
freeway after driving around aimlessly like a lost little clam. No
more of this, please! Can I come home now?
Another thing to mention: my new friend from the Portland trip has
also decided to go to Portland! I will have a friend when I start law
school! I am immensely excited for that. Portland, here we come!