Some other students from the Law Student Hurricane Action Network (gosh, I'm sure I got the name wrong, but you get the gist of it) are huddled in the library, seem to be a few from Columbia, one working the summer at the same firm as one of our team (Wilmer I think). They're in the office for three days, two days at a disaster relief site. They were jealous of our accommodations at the Marriott Renaissance, yet more proof that Boalt beats Columbia in the rankings in spite of what some putz at US News thinks.
The night was spent in the French Quarter looking for knick-knacks to give friends and family then puttering around near Jackson Square staring at some crazy Calico cat sitting in a tree staring back at us. At the hotel we ate Dominos (yeah, it was late and we were lazy and cheap, okay?) while watching the Rose Bowl. I fell asleep before USC lost, but I wasn't as excited as I thought I'd be watching two teams I wanted to lose (sorry USC friends). After calling Megan to check in on her second day of teaching her own classroom (much better today!) I passed out, it's been a long week and that pizza probably had something in it (l-tryptophan is in cheese isn't? Yumm ... cheese Gromit!)