aggienaut: (trogdor)

   Last Week Monday I was at G Street Pub, and I ran into my former roommate Adrian.
   Later on I'd walked halfway back to my car (which was parked a few blocks away in front of the Foyerhouse) When Allan called me to report that he'd found Adrian looking none too lively on a parkbench. I hastily returned to G Street to retrieve him. As I walked back with him to the Foyerhouse again and we were passing Aggie Liquor, we saw Taylor & Matty (who had been lollygagging in front of G St when we left there) pull up and run in for more alcohol. Silly. Anyway, I reinstalled Adrian on the couch he always used to pass out on in our apartment.


   Last Wednesday I dropped my car off at the mechanic and then stopped by the police station to see what the status of the case was. The bad news is that they couldn't tell me anything because the DA is still deciding what to do with it, but the good news is the DA apparently is thinking about doing something about it. Also, the officer at the front desk came out from behind the bullet-proof glass to talk to me, which I thought was a nice touch.


   Last Thursday evening my internet was down and my car was at the mechanics, and my internet was down so I walked from campus to this party at I & 5th.
   As I was walking past Bistro 33 with a 40 of Steel Reserve (high gravity lager!) in a brown paper bag, I noticed that on of the two well-dressed gentlemen waiting in front of Bistro had handcuffs on his belt. Then I noticed the other had a police badge on his. Then that guy asked me how I was doing. wtf, DPD detectives?
   Anyway, since I had to be back in that quadrant in the morning to pick up my car anyway, and it would otherwise involve walking across town to get home, and then back again in the morning, the residents of the Foyerhouse were kind enough to let me slumber there (Thanks again guys, Team S unite! =D )


My little brother makes an appearance   Friday morning I drove down to So Cal without incident. Except I hit LA around rush hour so a normally 7-8 hour trip took 10 hours. Stopped by the hotel in Anaheim where the conference would be and then continued to Mission Viejo. Kristy had come up from San Diego right after work and was already chillaxing with my family when I got there. We went to local / most awesome ever Italian restaurant Salvatore's.

   Saturday I had to scamper asap back to Anaheim since the conference began at 8am. I chaired the International Law Commission again, this time discussing Reservations to Multinational Treaties. About 31 delegates in the committee, and they were suprisingly good especially considering it was the first time for most of them. I really wish the UC Davis team would return to CalMUN Anaheim, its a great way to start the year.
   My friend Nidia came by to help out on staff but we ended up not needing her. That evening more staff than usual had scampered off whence they came so the usual festivities were rather lacking. In particular, Saturday night activities just can't be the same without technical services director Vern.
   On the subject of Vern in particular, I thought it was pretty funny that when we were reading the conference evaluations afterwords, generally negative feedback was only met with laughter. "DPI [Dept of Public Information - Vern] wasn't very courtious" "everything was good but DPI could me more accomodating" "DPI was a jerk!" etc, we all look for the best ones to read aloud for our amusement.
   So the usual antics being somewhat lacking, I scampered off to Nidia's, which it turns out was within walking distance. There an impromptu party was quickly developing. Among others who showed up, I was particularly suprised to see some of Aaron's friends (since Aaron knows Nidia through me, a chain of acquantances is developing here).
   Anyway, it was irking me that Kristy was only about an hour away, and I missed her, so eventually I scampered off down to San Diego.

   On Sunday then, my drive back to Davis was even longer because I was coming from San Diego.

aggienaut: (fish)

Police
   Last night Kristy came to fetch me at around 3am, since her place of habitation is super fascist about parking so I can't just drive over there. As we left my place we saw two police cars parked in a neighbouring street facing opposite directions, the officers talking to eachother through their adjacent driver side windows apparently. Almost immediately after we passed them one the cops turned onto our street behind us. Shortly the other cop car came around as well (presumably as fast as he could make a U-turn).
   So we're driving down Russel where its just two lanes, with two cop cars following behind us. Then the front cop car crosses the double-yellow-line and passes us in the opposing lane. It pulls into our lane ahead of us and taps its brakes, despite the fact that being very anxious about the police we are driving about 30 in a 35 zone. So we go down the road for awhile with a cop car in front of us and behind us, including the short portion of the road where there is only one lane (oncoming traffic is routed somewhere else), which made me feel rather distinctly boxed in.
   After this section the road opens up to four lanes, at which point the lead cop car moved to our left again, dropped back enough to keep pace with us for a minute, and then allowed himself to drop back a little further.
   They stayed with us until we reached the overpass over the 113 which traditionally is the border between West Davis and the rest of Davis, then both abruptly did (illegal?) u-turns right before the bridge.

   My theory: either they're ghost cops doomed to haunt West Davis and fundamentally unable to cross over into Central Davis, or they were normal cops bored out of their minds at 3am on a Monday night who decided to fuck with us like the cops in the beginning of Super Troupers, and being assigned to West Davis they couldn't leave their area without a decent reason (such as doughnut craving).


Debauchery
   Anyway, Emosnail polling regularly indicates that the readers want more saucy tales of drunken debauchery, and the Annual Review 2005 was no exception, with 2/3rds of respondants asking for more such tales (as well as more philosophical tangents and rants, I have a mandate to ramble!). Anyway, my life has become boring and sedantary and the tales of debauchery are few and far between. However, while out with Garian and Ben the other day we recalled one such particularly saucy tale and I thought I'd recount it here for your shock and amusement. The names have not been changed because those involved have whats coming to them, at least one of the names is important to the story, and I'm insenstive. Parental figures should go ahead and ignore this entry beyond this point.

HOW ORLA GOT RENAMED )


Previously on Emosnail
   Two Years Ago Today:
Being a Desk-Lamp - Shid gets three wishes
   Year Ago Today: I had not yet learned of 30 in 30 and was idly loafing about letting the entries stack up for later!

aggienaut: (clever snail)

   So Kristy of course was down here this weekend and it was awesome. I have more pictures than I know what to do with. So first I think I'm going to post the pictures from the zoo saturday morning because I know half of you would rather look at pictures of cute animals than anything esle I could possibly dish out here.


hellof animinals - dirty polar bears & naughty giraffes )


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   In the mean time: For a very concise version of the weekend see Kristy's lj.

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