My time in the Chi for law school pt 9

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Separation Anxiety So I'm not using my laptop and using a different computer to blog, and I've noticed some separation anxiety from my laptop. This whole law school thing...I've added a new appendage. But it's not just A computer, it's MY computer.... But yeah, back in the CO for a stint, went out in good ol' Fort Collins; one of my friends from Denver moved up here, so I took him out for a "night on the town." There's some crunchiness in the air that I sorta miss when I'm in Chicago. (The closest feeling I get to that when I'm in Chicago would be when I'm in Bucktown/Wicker Park. Even that's not enough though. One of my buddies called the Pig in Lincoln Park crunchy; I thought it was normal). To my night out though, hung out with some old friends whose conversational flow I missed. Just the type of people where the common conversation over "Skinny Dip" beer by New Belgium (Fat Tire is schwill compared to the rest of the New Belgium beers) is about how food and sex shouldn't necessarily be mixed. Kids who aren't shocked or offended when I said if there was one aspect of "food" I would introduce it would be Sriracha (or as my buddy pointed out, the "Crazy Rooster"). I forgot how common those types of conversations were with those kids. Though these days there are the occasional conversations about how one would rape Dakota Fanning, too often I find myself talking about how judicial activism prevented women from getting a minimum wage because a Justice read a fundamental right to contract into the constitution. So it goes. (The best answer I've heard to the Dakota Fanning question was proffered by the person who asked the question and that is to pull her eyelids over her head to hide her shame). But CO (especially Fort Collins) isn't without its drawbacks. My buddy from Denver correctly observed the hottest girl at the bars last night was this smoking halfie (half Puerto Rican, half black, my buddy and I concluded). The sad part was that nobody out at the bars, here in the grand Vanilla Valley, noticed how smoking she was, as she didn't look like she could be on Laguna Beach, or whatever show on MTV that is currently rotting people's brains. I guess the good part about that was it was easy to hit on her, as nobody else was.