ah, sweet nothingness for the rest of sunday. after a trials & turbulence-filled week, i am grateful for some down time. big zzzzzzzzzz's are in order.
as luck would have it, i billed approximately 36 of my 46 hours last week to one particular file which i was perparing for trial in the western (a/k/a nether) regions of north carolina. as luck also would have it, opposing counsel called at 5PM friday to state he now wanted to settle. my boss (relaxing at the beach, not that i'm bitter) was conveyed this message, along with opposing counsel's numbers, & i'm hoping he plays hardball telling dimwitinwesternnorthcarolina that we'll settle for the claim amount plus all the attorney's fees we racked up this week, what with one paralegal & three attorneys working this case against his client. some people never learn.
but alas, i'll not complain any more.
the weekend was a wonderful respite from the trauma. friday night we headed to the vertigo for dinner. good thing we did so since they're closing their doors for good as of saturday, august 7. a moment of silence, please.
*silence*
so, our last dinner there was grand. even if we ended up sitting at the rounded bar area because i didn't make reservations (not knowing they were taking reservations only for big parties given the demand before they closed down.) roasted red pepper & lime soup was fabulous, as was my steuchendriverwhateveritwas drink which was vanilla stoli, sour mix, something else divine that made it taste like a melted creamsicle. mmmmmmmmmmm.
dinner was followed by perusal of the artist's studios at artspace, including the grand camera obscura! nothing says lovin' like luring someone into the darkened booth to attempt to see the camera shot of the street on some cheap foamboard & looking out the wrong peephole. hee. in general the artist's studios caused varying reactions in me: fascination, confusion, amazement, butterflies, & distaste. but in my opinion, that's good art. art that moves you, touches some part of you. to see people's visions placed in mixed media, pain, clay, etchings, sculpture & collages is like looking to their soul as taking a piece of their artwork is like taking a piece of their soul. dramatic, perhaps. but true.
i headed over to judd's to meet up with sarah & daryll only to be annoyed by the weirdo brother of a friend of theirs who was trying to convince me that he was 29 & an investment banker. in actuality he was 22 & in college. apparently all women fall for the rich investment banker line. i suppose they do if all they want is a man with money & no personality. i'm just sayin'.
saturday in between the trauma of phone calls & additional calligraphy for wedding invites (hey, at least i get paid for it this time!) sarah & i managed to sneak in a second viewing of napoleon dynamite. yeah, we're weird like that. we didn't drag daryll this time as he says the movie's not even funny but we just crack each other up. that's usually followed by an eyeroll. we met daryll for dinner later. i have to say, he's one of the few of her boyfriends that i've really & truly liked. he treats her well, he respects her & he very obviously loves her dearly. plus he's like one of the girls (being raised by his mom, aunt & grandmother combined). but in a totally masculine way, as masculine as "just one of the girls" can be.
arriving at church for my meeting this morning (9 AM is awfully early on sundays now) i was pleasantly surprised to see the new interior which boasts a small prayer chapel which looks like a bus stop. at least in my head. nobody else saw it, but i did & that's really what matters. then again, i suppose church & religion (as opposed to faith) can be a bus stop-only experience for some.
mmmmmm, irony. how sweet is the taste.
as luck would have it, i billed approximately 36 of my 46 hours last week to one particular file which i was perparing for trial in the western (a/k/a nether) regions of north carolina. as luck also would have it, opposing counsel called at 5PM friday to state he now wanted to settle. my boss (relaxing at the beach, not that i'm bitter) was conveyed this message, along with opposing counsel's numbers, & i'm hoping he plays hardball telling dimwitinwesternnorthcarolina that we'll settle for the claim amount plus all the attorney's fees we racked up this week, what with one paralegal & three attorneys working this case against his client. some people never learn.
but alas, i'll not complain any more.
the weekend was a wonderful respite from the trauma. friday night we headed to the vertigo for dinner. good thing we did so since they're closing their doors for good as of saturday, august 7. a moment of silence, please.
*silence*
so, our last dinner there was grand. even if we ended up sitting at the rounded bar area because i didn't make reservations (not knowing they were taking reservations only for big parties given the demand before they closed down.) roasted red pepper & lime soup was fabulous, as was my steuchendriverwhateveritwas drink which was vanilla stoli, sour mix, something else divine that made it taste like a melted creamsicle. mmmmmmmmmmm.
dinner was followed by perusal of the artist's studios at artspace, including the grand camera obscura! nothing says lovin' like luring someone into the darkened booth to attempt to see the camera shot of the street on some cheap foamboard & looking out the wrong peephole. hee. in general the artist's studios caused varying reactions in me: fascination, confusion, amazement, butterflies, & distaste. but in my opinion, that's good art. art that moves you, touches some part of you. to see people's visions placed in mixed media, pain, clay, etchings, sculpture & collages is like looking to their soul as taking a piece of their artwork is like taking a piece of their soul. dramatic, perhaps. but true.
i headed over to judd's to meet up with sarah & daryll only to be annoyed by the weirdo brother of a friend of theirs who was trying to convince me that he was 29 & an investment banker. in actuality he was 22 & in college. apparently all women fall for the rich investment banker line. i suppose they do if all they want is a man with money & no personality. i'm just sayin'.
saturday in between the trauma of phone calls & additional calligraphy for wedding invites (hey, at least i get paid for it this time!) sarah & i managed to sneak in a second viewing of napoleon dynamite. yeah, we're weird like that. we didn't drag daryll this time as he says the movie's not even funny but we just crack each other up. that's usually followed by an eyeroll. we met daryll for dinner later. i have to say, he's one of the few of her boyfriends that i've really & truly liked. he treats her well, he respects her & he very obviously loves her dearly. plus he's like one of the girls (being raised by his mom, aunt & grandmother combined). but in a totally masculine way, as masculine as "just one of the girls" can be.
arriving at church for my meeting this morning (9 AM is awfully early on sundays now) i was pleasantly surprised to see the new interior which boasts a small prayer chapel which looks like a bus stop. at least in my head. nobody else saw it, but i did & that's really what matters. then again, i suppose church & religion (as opposed to faith) can be a bus stop-only experience for some.
mmmmmm, irony. how sweet is the taste.
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