The Agrinautica

   I'll be leaving for Orange County within the hour to chair the International Legal Committee at the CalMUN Anaheim conference. Hooray for eight hours of driving alone with no music!

   Finally got the internet working on my new computer, which is provisionally named Sparky 2. If the life of Sparky 1 is any indication, it will not get a better name. But then again if it takes after Sparky 1 overly much, it will have its first crash after about nine months and will proceed to quickly become insane and loopy.

   Having the Swedes around earlier in the week was awesome. I haven't drank so constantly since the dorms man. Also I went to the bars for the fourth and fifth times of my life. On Monday Tobias said he saw the G Street Pub bouncers kick out an off-duty Davis police officer who was too drunk. On Tuesday when we arrived there were four cop cars there and the police had taken the bouncer aside for a talking-to -- no reason for the police to be there was evident. Sounds exciting but lest I commit rumourmongering I must say this is just wild speculation.
   Wednesday evening Kristy and I took the Swedes to SF. Driving in that town is insane. The Swedes departed from the greyhound station there.


   The ASUCD Supreme Court is down to four active members. We need five to make quorum. There's nine positions total. Tell your friends to apply. We had 40 something people rush the pre-law frat; why are people so eager to spend six weeks jumping through hoops to join our pre-law society but so reluctant to fill out an application for the Court? I mean, who doesn't want to have "Justice" on their resume? Maybe if we introduced hazing on the Court people would start lining up?

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.

   So yesterday Kristy and I were going to go see the prescreening of Troy on campus. It was sold out (well tickets were free but a finite number were available), but I happened to have 11 tickets in my possession.
   We get there right after they opened the doors, and there is no line to speak of. Just a giant mob of people, and two cop cars. Apparently as soon as they opened the doors everyone just bumrushed the door. So in the end people that had waited there for for four hours (!) didn't get in but random people who got lucky in the bum rush did.
   As soon as the place (Chem 194) reached capacity, four more cop cars (bringing the total to six) arrived for crowd dispersal.

   Deep thought of the day: pleading with the officers "but I've been here two hours!!" is NOT going to get you in when there's more than a hundred other people that also want in, and whining ineffectually to the officer like that is just moronic.


   Then Kristy and I went to Safeway to get some supplies. While there I asked if Lamar Heystek (everyone's favourite aggie columnist / former City Council candidate) was working and she paged him on the intercom. So I'm like 'muahaha what a good way to embaress someone.. having them paged like that" so Lamar arrives and I invite him to eat dinner at Thai Bistro with some of us today (Friday) since its my birthday, and what does he do? He immediately announces to the whole store over the intercom that its my birthday. ::Shakes fist:: Anything Kristy says about me turning red is As Much Preposterous Lies As Possible (AMPLAP)! \=<

   Then we watched some of the Godfather.


   In conclusion, today (Friday, May 14th) is my birthday. I am turning 22. More importantly however, it is the one year anniversery of turning 21. Now THAT is something to commemorate.



Related
   Year Ago Tomorrow: Birthday Dinner Last Year
   Last Year's Birthday Party there won't be one this year )=
      Other People's entries about the party
      My entry about the party
      Pictures from the party


PS: A paid lj account would make a great $5 gift.... (=

Yesterday, Thursday:
   (1) ( A Risky Endeavor at Diedrichs )