The Life and Times of One T. Andre
Another frustrated attorney written blog.Avoiding the heavy stuff
I know I know, the last few blog posts have not been the trademark tongue-in-cheek witty writing you’ve come accustomed to. I respect that. I mean no Elisha Cuthbert talk, no funny job stories, etc. We’ll try to work on that in the future.
I went on a date on Tuesday, pretty good. I’m kind of over the whole dating thing, but love isn’t going to find me. Nothing good ever finds me. Oh wait, I was about to do it again, did you see how subtle that was? I almost turned this into a heavy post again.
Speaking of heavy, I’ve been eating too much. Been managing to exercise, but I have had a voracious appetite, got to knock that out. I’m sure as soon as I turn 30 my already slow metabolism grinds to a halt! I should make it an effort to get into the best shape of my life this year.
I have been swimming more than boxing, but I think boxing is a better workout for me. Swimming is a bit too soft for me. Boxing is harder and makes me feel tougher and I think now I need to feel tougher, even if I am not tough.
Damn I’m doing it again.
6 good hours
No repeat insomnia performance. I had a fairly fitful night’s sleep. It’s so funny how the sleep cycle works for me. I went to bed around 12:30 (I stayed up to watch Meryl Streep on Conan) and I woke up at 4:50 wide awake and seemingly rested. I told myself it would be unwise to get up (though I could’ve exercised) and I shut my eyes for what seemed like 1 second and when I opened them it was 6:00. I got up and have been meandering about. I guess I should go to work, but I’m not in any particular rush…
I know that stuff in my last post was heavy for this blog, but I’m just in a heavy frame of mind right now. I think it’s got a lot less to do with turning 30 and more of me being a total pussy in matters of the heart. I’m seriously thinking I’m going to be one of those 35+ year old guys going on dates with 24 year olds in typical Miami fashion. Souless empty bitches. The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
Ok, I’m dwelling on things that there are no way I can be certain of. One thing I CAN be certain of is that “Tonypalooza,” (my 30th birthday celebration) in Austin is going to be kick ass. Like my great friend Melissa’s (“Petes”) 30th, this is going to be a celebration to large in scope to celebrate on just one day.
Tonypalooza begins Thursday, August 13, 2009 (my actual birthday). The shit part about that is that I’m going to have to go to work in the morning. At 5p though I will embark to Austin and around 7p CDT I’ll get into town and spend time with Petes, her beau, my great friends Doug, Sara, and their baby Mac for a chill late supper and drinks at a great South Austin establishment such as the Shady Grove or Chewy’s.
Friday will involve Petes and I preparing for the Tony Andre celebratory bbq on Saturday (with lots of fun on the way of course). Plus good friends Tara (and her husband Robert), Matt, and Kris (new emancipated from her 2 year indentured servitude like clerkship in Milwaukee, Wisconsin) trickling into town on Friday. I’ve spent days like this with Petes before, it’s going to be great. Petes is really in her element when she’s knocking down items from a to-do list, as am I. We will do some shopping, have a nice lunch, I can be a pussy an confide my feelings, it’s going to be great.
Friday night when everybody is all settled, we’ll go out for a night on the town for dinner and drinks. Have to research the restaurant, but it should satisfy all, as all of our friends love food, perhaps too much. I think I will research Friday night’s restaurant and drink options today.
Saturday will involved a daytime activity. Perhaps a trip to Lake Travis or Barton Springs pool. There is a farmer’s market in downtown that I’m very interested in seeing. We’ll probably pick up some last minute fresh items for the Saturday evening bbq.
The main event will occur saturday evening. At first it was going to be a cook out where I would cook most of the food and stuff, but then I thought:
1) It’s my fucking birthday, I’m not slaving away in a kitchen all day (as much as I love doing it)
2) I don’t want to mess up our gracious host’s (petes again) house.
So I found DT. Yes David Terrell, who claims his bbq is the best in Texas. That’s a tall order, but I am convinced enough from my speaking with him that he knows his shit! I’m very excited about the carnivore type menu we’ve got planned.
whole smoked pig (10-12lb), brisket, spare ribs, and chicken.
Sides TBA.
Saturday night will be a bacchanal type eating and drinking fest that’s likely to end with someone saying “I love you man!” It’s going to be sweet. Sunday will probably involve some brunch and stuff and then we all part ways. Sunday is going to suck…
Ok I really have to go into work now…
T
30 looms closer
Well it’s Monday night, and Tuesday stands minutes away. I’m not really that keen on going to sleep. I didn’t sleep very well last night and I’m afraid of a repeat performance tonight. I had been in a kind of funk for the last couple of weeks and have been a little less physically active than normal. I had been neglecting a boxing class I enjoy going to, and tonight I paid for it.
I finally got back to it and it was kind of brutal. While I wouldn’t say I’ve done nothing physically active lately (I have been swimming and running), but those activities don’t quite live up to what I’m used to dealing with in boxing. This blog isn’t about my boxing class, but I never sleep well after the first boxing class after a no boxing hiatus.
I am just incredibly bored right now. I need a big change up (good) and I need it to last. I do turn 30 soon though. I wonder if this shake up will just be that? I mean 30 is a milestone birthday and I am not having a third life crisis or anything, but it’s in these kind of funky times you wonder if you’re life is heading in the right direction.
Work is pretty unfulfilling and while I have several great friends whom I love dearly, something is missing in my life. The thing I’m missing however, I think I want too badly. I don’t think I’ve ever succeeded in having what I wanted very badly. Violin career? I wanted that badly, and we can see where that got me. Legal career? Of course I wanted that, but any dip shit can be a lawyer.
I guess this blog is little more than a thinly veiled depiction about how I don’t think I’ve achieved what I really want out of this life. Maybe 30 will be my year?
T
Worst intuition ever
Ummm, you know the girl I spoke about the last post? Broke up with me the day after I wrote that. I’m fairly certain she doesn’t read the blog, but I can’t say that I’m not incredibly disappointed by the whole thing. She is an uncommonly good one.
T
Hurdling to the big Three – O
So in about a month (32 days) I turn 30.
The big 3-0.
I’m excited for the event. I don’t think I’ll feel much older when the day comes, but we’ll know in 32 days won’t we? To celebrate the big day I am traveling to Austin, Texas (I know hated longhorn country) to spend time with my closest friends. It’s going to be wonderful. I have found a local competition pit master to cater a bbq that a good friend of mine is hosting and my closest buds from law school will be there.
Things have been rather ok lately. I’ve been thrust back into the relationship game. It’s been an intersting dance. The girl I am seeing now is so different from the last one, it’s really weird to find yourself falling into your old routines and finding that those old routines just don’t apply. I’m learning on the fly with this one, and I hope it works out, as she is a special lady. That’s all I’ll speak of it here however.
Work has been ok. My job functions contiunously changes. I used to manage my own entire set of small cases. The autonomy was amazing and I really liked not having to really answer to anyone (because no one really cared whether I got a $25,000.00 judgment) Now however, I’m supporting other attorneys with bigger cases and it’s kind of a bitch. Constantly having to put out other folks’ fires is not really fun. It’s a stresser to be sure. Maybe if I were a little younger it would be easier…
T
Not cool enough for school
Maybe this is being brought on by my recent reintroduction to internet dating (and the inherent rejection that comes from internet dating).
I don’t think I’m really slick enough to live in this town.
What do I mean? I don’t think Miami may be my scene. Lots of it just does not seem for me. Let me try to organize my thoughts clearly here. I’m not a clubber. I despise going to South beach because I hate the traffic and the crowds of douchebags.
It really seems that this town is geared towards the club/sobe chic crowd. The $20 dollar cover, can’t get in unless you buy a bottle, $17 cocktail crowd? It’s just real tiresome.
Let’s look at the facts here. I’m a young professional, just a two years out from school, about to hit the big 30, with a decent job I guess. I don’t drive a particularly tight car. I don’t live in a particularly cool part of town (I live where a lot of families and older folks live). I’m not particularly image conscious either.
I feel very much like a fish out of water down here quite a bit. I’m feeling much more self-conscious about it lately, which I’m not sure is good…
T
Taste of my own medicine
So I’m getting home from the gym the other day and on my door I see a golden rod piece of paper on my door.
This property is listed in foreclosure in the public records of Miami-Dade County.
Well shit. Isn’t that a bitch? I freaked out at first. I was thinking damn I have to move. I really had planned on staying until February 2010, where I am going to consider moving away from here on a permanent basis, so the thought of moving in town before then is just daunting to me. However, the Complaint was just filed, and ironically enough I was just served by the process server (I’m named in the Complaint as “John Doe”) just last night on the way home.
I guess all the havoc I’m wreaking foreclosing on small business owners is coming back to me! I spoke to my landlords about the whole thing and I’m much more at ease about the whole thing. If I have to go I have go I guess, I doubt there will be any real resolution by the end of my lease.
Well to more pleasant things, I’m trying to get back out there and do some dating. And by dating I mean “internet dating.” The results have been mixed, but I guess I have a couple of irons in the fire.
Ok time for coffee and work.
T
Back in business
Ahhh, another guilt laden post about how bad I feel about not writing in this thing. Don’t get me wrong I do. This is one of the few creative outlets I have these days.
The last month has been so crazy though. Work has been a constant thorn in my side and obstacle to general happiness. A new junior partner at my firm makes my life a living hell daily. He’s a meddler, and you can’t do anything without having it meddled in. It slows down productivity, which creates anxiety.
I am also newly single. I don’t like getting into details of that kind of stuff here (not that there are any details of note, my life still remains fairly mundane…) However, there has been some good news lately.
Miraculously I passed the NY bar exam.
Wow. I honestly didn’t think I was going to do it this time. It was a difficult exam as I discussed in a previous post and my study time prior the exam wasn’t nearly as much as I would’ve liked in a perfect world. However it was enough, and I am grateful.
What a shot in the arm that was for me. I think I actually needed it. I had been in a funk for weeks and while passing the bar in itself means nothing ultimately, the redeeming value of it for me was that I was able to do it in the face of adversity. I was working very hard, the partner was particularly on my ass that month, and I was involved with someone and that took study time. It was a really really hard thing for me to do, and I managed to succeed.
My experience with music showed me that I always needed to put in more effort and study more just to break even. Law school exams were kind of similar. This experience has definitely made me feel better about myself. In fact I think I feel better about this exam than I did when I passed the Florida bar (which in comparision, I took under IDEAL conditions).
Funny thing how something as dreadful as a bar exam can make you feel better.
Beat down
I want to start this post by saying first and foremost that I am most fortunate to have a decent job in light of today’s harsh economic climate.
I want to now add that I’m just ready to quit and become a juggler at the circus.
Man we have been swarmed here. It’s only April, and it’s hard to imagine another 8 months at this clip that we’re at. Always grateful to be busy, but everyone I’ve spoken to at my firm are feeling an acute… Weariness.
Of course I’m no exception. I have been in a funk since the bar exam. Can’t explain why exactly. Maybe it’s this 4 month stretch of no 3 day weekends? Our last one was MLK day and our next one is Memorial Day. Or maybe the luster has gone from being an attorney. It is about as unglamorous a profession as any.
Maybe I’m just a lazy fuck?
T
Statistics don’t lie
Ask any baseball fan. Stats don’t lie. That being said…
Elisha Cuthbert gets results.
I know my friends, especially my female friends who are reading this blog, are saying “another Elisha Cuthbert post, you have got to be fucking kidding me?!” Well all I have to say to those people is that my post A Long Time Coming has gotten almost 5,000 views. Wow. My next most viewed blog post, Second Half Push (which oddly enough mentions Elisha Cuthbert, but only tangentially) had 738! Most average around 40.
I am proud to announce that this blog will no longer be called “Irresistible Impulse” nor will it feature anything about me. This will now be a Perez Hilton style blog about Elisha, 24-7 baby. The internet has spoken!
Obviously just kidding, but I have to say that while I’m not a fan of the Fox Series “24,” I did happen to miss last night’s episode which did feature Elisha. Damn!
I actually had a good reason for missing her on tv last night. I was at the gym. I had been really neglecting my body lately. I have been working out less, drinking and eating more, and feeling worse and worse. Ever since the bar exam in February, I just got into that crazy sort of downward spiral that only studying for a law related exam can induce.
Last night I hope I began the upward ascent of healthy living and feeling good. I mean for the last month I’ve been so worn down I’ve wondered if I had contracted mono or something. I have been lethargic about the job and in a general funk. Obviously, the blogging has suffered, but luckily enough, Elisha Cuthbert has been keeping this blog alive! Elisha Cuthbert and you guys I guess. Hopefully with the extra energy I hope to get from keeping in better shape I can devote a little more time to this thing. This is my meal ticket out of the law game.
