Kate loses fake trial - excuses abound

It is true - Kathryn and I lost our fake trial. It was still really fun, and we got a lot of good feedback from our judge, but we lost. Suck. I think I knew that we were going to lose when the judge ruled that all of the evidence that we had based our theory on, and which we had been assured was admissable, was ruled inadmissable. That was a big moment in the day. We then just turned our minds to ruining the defence's case. Apparently, their mothers and girlfriends (who made up the majority of our jury) didn't think that we did a good enough job. My parents* were apparently unable to sway these defence-friendly dispensers of justice.

Our judge gave us a very thorough critique. She seemed really pleased with our performance. She told me that I am a very compelling speaker. I feel like telling the losing lawyer that she is a compelling speaker is like telling an incredibly slow competitive swimmer that their technique is beautiful.

After we were done, we went for "one class down, all the rest of them to go" drinks that took longer than I expected, but my perception of time was a little off because I was pretty tired. And potentially a little drunk.

I came home, changed, and went to Neill's house, where I used my compelling-speaker skills to convince him to come to Mark's show with me. We hopped in a cab and ended up at some random practice space over on Lower Sherbourne. After attempting to enter the show through the mens washroom**, I found the for-real entrance (an unmarked door at the top of the stairs, so you can't really blame me for getting confused) and we got there just in time to see their set, which was excellent as always.

We left there to go to the Magpie, but by that point my late bedtime and 6am wake-up were starting to set in, in that I was not making much sense at all. We debated the color of my oddly colored jacket, with Neill refusing to pick a color and just stick with it..."It's purple. No, I think it is blue. Wait - purple. At any rate, I can understand why it was free." I hung out at the Magpie for a while, but I was unable to convince myself that I was capable of saying anything interesting. I amused myself by staring at the poor guy across from me, who was very nice and was getting increasingly uncomfortable, then I left.

I walked towards home. Mark called me so we met up and got some pizza. We came back here and were eating and chatting, and then my brain shut down for real. Poor Mark - such a good sport. I know we were in the middle of a conversation, can't remember what about, and I looked up and said "I have to go to bed right now." He took off and I passed out immediately. And that was Saturday night.

*Each fake lawyer was supposed to bring at least one juror. We couldn't convince any of our friends to get out of bed in order to be at the courthouse by 8:30 am on a Saturday in order to listen to a fake trial, and neither of us have attentive and doting boyfriends that we could lean on to come...so we had to call in reinforcements in the shape of Mike and Cath. The other team brought three (3) jurors. Apparently, my parents argued long and hard but decided in the end that they would rather go home than see me victorious. I have to agree that they made the right choice.

**Ok, so look. First of all, this is becoming a bit of a habit - I accidentally sauntered into the mens washroom at Chris's play, and now this. BUT - the men's washroom was the only room with the door OPEN, all the other doors were unlabelled and could easily have been rooms OR broom closets, and it SOUNDED like the show was going in there. Yes (oh yes) I use all 5 of my senses to accidentally walk into the men's washroom. COMFORTING.