Superbowl Weekend

January 24, 2009
While, I looked forward to my Con Law; Age of Terror class, I could tell that it isn’t heading the right direction by the first class. The entire class is taken up by a silly exercise of asking people what they personally feel about torture. Obviously, people have to have their own little opinions and it just become a mess of nothingness. An appropriate question would be, “What is the international/federal law on torture? How has it changed throughout time? How has it been applied recently in this age of terrorism?” Asking, “What do you personally feel about torture?” is absolute Bullwinkle.
The next class involves another one of these questions, “What if hypothetically, Guiliani dccided to shut off all of Manhattan right after 9/11?” We do touch a bit on the issues of federalism and constitutional rights about this issue, but then it goes onto another guessing fest. Then the class after goes into personal opinions on war, whether people supported aggression, pacifism, whatever rules of law, etc. So far, this class really has had little objective learning and almost all useless heresy of people’s opinions that I could care less about.

January 30, 2009
I’m told that people are going to Josh’s early, which is good. I get there by 9:00ish to start an early night. I’ve pregamed and work on a bit of vodka and ice water there. We sit around hang out with CNF, Josh, Jonah, and Stefan. Jonah tells me about the almost $600 meal he had with Stefan at Momofuku.
Stefan ends up leaving early because he’s tired. We watch an episode of Flight of the Concords, which is decent, but not something I really want to do when hanging out with people. We then go out for a food/beer run. Only beer for me please.
I get a large bottle of Sam Adams.

January 31, 2009
I wake up by 11:00ish to get some Magic business done. I randomly see two good Magic friends that I know from Flushing there. It’s not far, only in the 20s Ave. I get back home, slack off and starting drinking. I call around and nothing really is happening, so it’s a night by myself. At 1:00ish, I end up going to Slainte across the block because I want some beer. I get a Bud Lite for $5. I then try to class it up with a Yuengling, turns out that’s also $5. Why the fuck did I get a Bud? And why are they priced the same?
I then go back to the apartment and sit around a bit. Near 4:00, I get a call from Stefan that he’s in the East Village. I go out to meet with him. We find out that nothing’s open by now. We then go to the store to get some tallboys. We get back and speak for a while with the beers. He leaves after an hour or so. I realize by 5:30 that I need to stop drinking. I sleep by 7:00.

February 1, 2009
Wake up in the afternoon. Don’t want the Superbowl. Don’t do anything all day.