So yesterday, after two days of nasty illness involving two barfs and eating only one grilled cheese sandwich and two servings of jello in an entire 48 hour period, I pulled myself together and went to this hilarious trial advocacy competition at the law school, where my new friend Kelly and I represented a fake bar in a fake case about fake people, asking questions based on fake facts and yelling serious, primetime television favorites such as "objection!" and "**** off!" from time to time.
The funniest part, besides busting out a nasty old mission blazer and trying to pretend it made me look like a lawyer instead of an 80's rockstar, was that I definitely talked current/permanent roommate Andrew and former roommate Rachel into being witnesses, and both shone like stars. Andrew made an excellent, hot and trustworthy bartender and didn't mess around when being cross-examined, and Rachel sassified life as an accident reconstruction expert, including multiple sighs and suspicious "okaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy"s when the opposing side asked her nonsensical questions.
Moral of the story: shoulder pads bring power, and I know some of the coolest people on earth.