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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Hiya there, Planworld. My, it's been some time. And have I had some adventures of late!

Amanda's Adventures -- No Rest for The Weary (or the Liver) When Amanda's Brother is in Town:

So two weekends ago started off not too-too abnormally. There were some college friends town and there was some good visiting mixed with some wine, some dark-n-stormies, and some more wine.

Then comes Sunday. And Amanda's brother. After sleeping till about 1PM on that lazy (hungover) Sunday, I got a bagel-egg-and-cheese, and around 2 or 3 in the afternoon I proceed to get a text from my brother that just says, "Are you in the mood for an adventure?"

I should have known better.

Two hours later I was in a rental car with 7 people, a couple flasks of whisky, and on the way to the catskills for a music festival. An adventure indeed.

It looked something like this:



And like this:



The festival was at a slightly creepy resort (like if the place they go to in Dirty Dancing was just left to rot) that looked like this:







But The Gabai Twins were still so oh-so-cool with Danny in his Hipster Hat and me with my awesome-tastic pink blackberry:



And then we saw the Flaming Lips from 11:30pm to 1am. Their lead singer crowd surfed in a ginormous plastic bubble filled with balloons. Actually, balloons and confetti were a rather large part of the evening:



And, erm, then we had to drive back to NYC. We returned the car at 4am. How I love thee, all night Avis.



Work the next day after that was interesting. Kinda a nightmare, actually, especially since one of my deals blew up and I was stuck working really late...

BUT I still managed to take Tues off to help out at Rodarte's show at fashion week again (my brother's girlfriend is their photographer), which was so much fun! This show wasn't nearly as crazy as last February, but everyone who was there last time remembered me and literally threw their arms around me because working last time on the Boots of Insanity (aka Das Boooots... pics are still posted below if you scroll way down) was such a ridiculous, torturesome, bonding experience... The clothes this time were, as always, pretty darn cool. And there was crazy green smoke that made the back wall look like it was melting the whole time. I got to help with the gowns that closed the show:



And then I got to go to the party that night, which meant for another night of inappropriate levels of alcohol and sleep despite the fact that I had work the next day...

Oh, and they were there:



Then Wed was another night of crazy work... and then Thurs I get a call from a partner around lunchtime (who I have a memo due for... which I'm totally behind on so I've been avoiding him...), and he starts out with "Now, Amanda, I know you have class tonight, and I know class is important and all..." (At which point, I'm totally preparing myself to get told off for putting nonbillable stuff in front of client billable work on the priority list, and that I need to skip class to haul ass on my memo...) ... (he continues) "... but I'm a member of this wine club, and there's a tasting class at 6pm and I can't go. But there's going to be an enormous amount of really good quality Riojas and I tried to get S___ to go, but he has class too, but he's a wuss and you don't need to go to class tonight, so do you think you could find a friend and take my two tickets so these things don't go to waste?" (me:) "Um, yes. Yes, I can." (him:) "Oh, and take a cab home afterwards. It's usually 9 glasses of wine... you'll need it."

Then after my 3 hour wine tasting, my co-worker C___ and I are totally drunk and starved and go to a little french bistro around the corner that I had heard about to get food (all they had at the tasting itself were some saltines and one kind of cheese). French waiters, however, do not appear to comprehend that, when one has already had a ginormous amount of wine at a wine tasting (and trust me, we didn't even finish nearly close to all of it), one cannot drink wine with dinner. But that is not how the French operate. When one eats french food, one must drink wine. So he poured us free dessert wine.

I went home and drunkenly went to bed.

(Ok, that's a lie. I read more Twilight first. Shut. Up.)

I have vaguely been nursing my liver back to health ever since.

Yarr.


Monday, July 13, 2009

A belated report back, but Paris was wonderful. The weather was gorgeous, it only rained at night while I was sleeping, I took a bath every day, visited my old haunts, had dinner with my cousin and her friends most nights, got to see a friend from college who now lives in Europe, happened upon free/impromptu tango dancing on the banks of the Seine, and just all in all had a lovely time.

And then there was this.

This one night I was at dinner with my cousin and her friend. It was one of the friend's local Italian restaurants, so she knew all the waiters. She's going on and on about how this one waiter had the most amazing singing voice -- in front of him -- so, of course he had to live up to the pedestal she had just put him on. First, he sang Argentinian jazz music quietly to us. He had a very nice voice, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Then our appetizers came and he took his leave of us... or so we thought.

A few minutes later, he returned. Apparently now, now he was ready for the real show to begin. He promptly began singing Italian opera to us.
At the top of his lungs.
While we were sitting at a table outside on the sidewalk.
Soon, everyone on the street poked their heads out of their windows to see what was going on. And then the waiter got to the chorus -- I believe the song was "O solo mio".
And suddenly then a man who knew the aria burst out of his window and sang right back!
The waiter and Random Window Guy proceeded to do a duet for the rest of the song!

Needless to say, the entire street went nuts. As did we.

(Does stuff like this actually happen in real life?)


Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Haha!  I am such a law dork...

Malvolio Loses in 'Twelfth Night' Mock Trial Before Supreme Court Justices, Federal Judges

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It was an evening of high farce before the high court at the Shakespeare Theatre Company's Sidney Harman Hall in Washington, D.C., on Monday night. Three Supreme Court justices and five other federal judges, comprising the "Supreme Court of Illyria," wrestled with the hypothetical case of Malvolio's Revenge, stemming from Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night."

In the end, the steward Malvolio lost his bid to preserve an imaginary $10 million punitive damage award he had won against his boss Lady Olivia for false imprisonment and emotional distress. If you remember the play, Olivia's staff had tricked Malvolio into doing insane things to win Olivia's favor, leading to a compelled visit to the dungeon for Malvolio.

This is an intentional tort!" Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg exclaimed to Olivia's lawyer Roy Englert Jr., referring to the false imprisonment. It was "very, very brief," Englert replied, which led to U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit judge Merrick Garland's retort: "It was very, very false." Englert, partner at Robbins, Russell, Englert, Orseck, Untereiner & Sauber, rose to the occasion, with a droll and winning delivery that belied his self-proclaimed lack of a sense of humor. Both Supreme Court precedent and the Oracle of Delphi, Englert insisted at one point, require that the ratio between punitive and compensatory damages should be no more than 1:1.

Olivia and her staff should not be held liable for what they did to Malvolio, Englert said, invoking both the "Illyrians With Disabilities Act" and a sense of "American justice." To which D.C. Circuit Judge Douglas Ginsburg replied cryptically, "We also have American cheese."

Not-so-veiled references to the imprisonment of Guantanamo detainees popped up often in discussion of Malvolio's detention. Noting that Malvolio had never seen counsel, been indicted, or given other due process before being deprived of his liberty, Garland paused and said, "Where have I heard this argument before?"

King & Spalding partner Paul Clement, who had to defend the Guantanamo detentions as solicitor general, represented Malvolio in his challenge to his detention. Clement handled that irony well, joking that even though "somewhere, there's an OLC opinion saying all of this is perfectly lawful," Malvolio deserved justice in the form of punitive damages -- even 400 years after the imprisonment. "If there's anything about this suit, it's ripe," Clement said.

Justice Stephen Breyer also seemed to be having fun, breaking into a slightly goofy, squinty smile whenever he got a laugh with a bon mot. He asked Englert about the doctrine of "respondeat Malvolio" on the question of whether Olivia should be held liable for the mischief of her staff.

The often stern Justice Samuel Alito Jr. seemed to be in comedic mood for the argument too. He read this rambling remark from the clown in Act 4, Scene 2 of Twelfth Night: "As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, 'That that is, is;' so I, being master parson, am master parson; for, what is 'that' but 'that,' and 'is' but 'is'?" Alito said, "It sounds like a lawyer." Englert came back with the only answer possible: "This is not a case that turns on what the meaning if 'is' is." The audience roared.

After the argument, the "court" deliberated in private for a few minutes, and then returned to the stage. Presiding Justice Ginsburg offered her verdict that both Englert and Clement had done a "spectacular" job arguing for their respective clients. But she said Englert had won on behalf of Olivia. The judges agreed, Ginsburg said, that Olivia had "official immunity" from liability, even though that argument was not made below. D.C. Circuit judge Brett Kavanaugh sided with Malvolio.

When it was Breyer's turn to explain his vote for Olivia, he said flatly that he had voted that way because "I don't like Malvolio." Which gave Alito an opening for the last laugh. "I always wondered what 'Active Liberty' meant," Alito said wryly, a mild jab at Breyer's 2005 book by that name.

Tuesday morning, Englert was asked about his victory. "I am just glad to survive," he said. "And my client, of course, is gratified to be relieved of an unjust liability, though I expect she will contribute $10 million to a worthy charity, probably one to aid people suffering from mental illness."




Thursday, April 02, 2009

Tee hee hee...

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Friday, February 20, 2009

(Addendum -- Found a few pics where you can actually see my face!)

What to do when work is slow, the economy is slower, and your brother's girlfriend is the photographer for the Rodarte show?

Play Fashion-Boot-Bitch for 3 days:

The Boots of Insanity:



(It took 4 of us to put the boots on each model. Two people per leg. Maybe a 15-20 minute process in total. On 35 models. 35.)



(This pic was on the front page of the NY Times Online for a little while! And you can see me! Bottom center!)



And here again!  That's meeeeeeeee!  Bottom right!  Weeeeeeee!



(Back of my head! With the straggly hair! Bottom left! That's meeeeeeee!)



In the end it looked like this:



And like this:



More backstage craziness here:

Backstage craziness

And slides of the full show here:

Full Show

And a fun YouTube video...
(you can see me in the background once right before Milla Jovovich's first interview... and, actually, during both of Milla's interviews, you can see my brother in his infamous fedora behind her... oh, dearest hipster brother, how thou loves thy fedora...)



It was exhilarating but exhausting. And every muscle in my body hurts from crouching on the floor for so many hours working on those boots. Would I make this my normal life? No, probably not. But it was fun to play for a few days. And fun to get an inside look into another world. But it's also nice that tonight, I have absolutely nothing to do other than veg in front of the tv.

But, exhausted as I am, I'm so glad I did it.

And that's a rap.



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