Chickens Come Home to Roost.

I've been "preparing" for a few weeks the arguments that I had to make over this previous weekend. By preparing, I mean that I pulled an all-nighter when completing the brief, and all-nighter putting together my oral argument materials. Instead of doing the reading, I opted to spend my school nights watching Heroes, Entourage, Sons of Anarchy, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. And now that Dexter and Californication are back on, there surely was no chance that I was going to devote a reasonable amount of time on the material.

Add on top of that entertainment goodness that I've been enjoying spending weekend afternoon lying around naked with a pretty girl, and a recipe for moot court disaster was bound to happen.

"Disaster" may be an overstatement - I argued twice, lost once. However, given how much shit I had talked to just about anyone who was within earshot at any given moment, I certainly fell short of my own and I'm assuming (hopefully) others' expectations.

So yes, I ended up losing to a kid who has almost no moot court experience and didn't fully grasp the arguments and the questions asked by the judges (not claiming I did), and doesn't speak English as his primary language. Yup. Not sure how that impacted the judges' analysis, but hard to believe it didn't have one effect one way or the other. So it goes. Sucks that I screwed the pooch, doesn't suck that I spent afternoons lying around naked with a pretty girl. You win some, you lose some.