Pickled Parrot

Canton is calling and we are listening. We tried another bar just off the beaten path for a law school friend's birthday. It is just a few blocks of the square. The Pickled Parrot had half off happy hours and a nice little tent to the side which was a smokers paradise. Also for a november evening it felt crisp and lovely last night. I got tuna bites and fries and Alexander went way our of his comfort zone with a burger.

Very much a 2L+

SO evening students do not get the normal labels of 1L, 2L, 3L because we aren't normal. I am pretty sure we are all insane in some capacity. The mantra goes: 1L they scare you to death, 2L they work you to death & 3L they bore you to death. Although I just started my 3rd year at UB I am still a 2L. (I made the big grown decision of taking 5 yrs this spring & still sort of grit my teeth about it) ANyhow, for the first time in my law school education it is feeling manageable. I must have hit some plateau. I am not sure if I just got used to this frantic pace or it has actually gotten easier. Either that or something horrible is about to happen.

I had my last supper at Peter's Inn. It was superb. Duff & Company came in right after we were seated. I tried to be aloof as I waited for the restroom right next to their table but all I really wanted to do was be nosy and listen in to their conversation. The won best restroom in city paper ... you will just have to see it for yourself. It was pretty special.

So much stuff to get done before summer ends ... plus I wanted to do a little southern tour travel summary.

Looks like we won't be going to canada .. not sure what to do with our free weekend.

Dreading the start of school. I really hope to grow into my own this semester. I got to pick these classes, & I hope I didn't just pick my own poison ...

I see the end of summer