It's been a long time since the last post, and plenty of stuff has been going on, but the biggest hitter was the all-consuming OCIP process, in which 2L's across the country scrape for jobs. The journey left little time for doing even our required schoolwork, much less frivolous blogging. Anyway, I managed to snap a few pictures during my travels, and am pleased to be able to finally present another episode of ... The Verdict.

Los Angeles is awesome. What it lacks in mountains it makes up for in music, and the opportunity to practice some amazing types of law. Getting courted by law firms out here is a very nice experience; they fly you out, put you in amazing hotels, and basically try to sell you on the job. Well, congratulations law firms, it worked.


The view out of the Hyatt


The view out of the Beverly Hilton. It was a very swank location. I mean, not just any hotel has...


...a flatscreen plasma TV on the wall...


...a flatscreen TV in the ***BATHROOM***...


...an aquarium at the elevators...


...a $1.5 million Ferrari parked out front...


...or charges $21 for a salad that wouldn't fill up my three-year-old nephew. The good news is that of the cush treatment by the firms is that they pay for all your travel expenses, like $21 salads and $7 bowls of Corn Flakes. No wonder the pay out here is so good -- prices are outrageous! I'll have to start importing my Cheerios from Colorado or something.


I even got a chance to see Adam Bloom, a 1L from Arizona who transferred to UCLA. Adam wants to build trains. Anyway, he took me out to the local ice cream joint, whose specialty is home-made cookies built into ice cream sandwiches. He had his made with snickerdoodles.


But the BEST part about fly-back interviews? Coming home, of course! Monica took me to the CU game. We left after the first quarter, and CU was ahead! Don't ask how the rest of the game went.


Monica wanted to be partying, but was a great sport about remaining high and dry with the no-fun marathoner next to her.


And while we were in Boulder, we bumped into a ton of old friends! This is Cassie Roeca, triathlete extrordinaire, out for the game. She knows what an action pose is.


Nina and Lincoln didn't do the "action," but they've got the "pose" down pat. Look at those smiles!


"Owen, show me your sandwich!"


Lincoln is such a ham. I think he gets that from me.


Cute brothers, huh?


Owen makes a face for me...


Decides it's hiliarious...


And then decides it's time for a run!


He's gonna be fast, fast, fast!

Some friends I wasn't able to see in Boulder with Monica were kind enough to drive down to Littleton the next night. It was so good just to relax, shoot some pool, and watch the Wedding Crashers.


Jarret, my long-lost roommate. This is one of the coolest guys on the planet.


And good ole Matty J. His action pose is somewhere between Michael Johnson and Superman.


Jeff Swetnam; what a great guy. Jeff and I started on the triathlon team together, and we were roughly the same speed at the time. Then Jeff started training like a machine, and is really fast now. I'm still slow.


And what meeting of old friends would be complete without Patrick? Patrick and I basically lived in each other's apartments at Creekside. Amy, Patrick's new flame, certainly knows what an action pose is.

It was so great to be home. I miss Colorado, and ultimately have some big decision-making to do regarding my summer employment. Boalt has opened ALL the doors, and it turns out it's tough to pick which one to walk through. I love you all.