Freakin' jury duty Off to King's County courthouse tomorrow to do my civic duty. I get to work more on The Summer King, I suppose, which is almost finished. The guy who runs American Opera Projects called me at work last Thursday, wanting to see what I had. Now, I was working off of a deadline of May 19, with casting and rehearsals to happen in that intervening week. I suppose I heard things wrong, and I just about laid an egg. "Just send me what you have," he said. It was then that I realized I had to show my composer -- I'm sure he calls me "my librettist" -- my work thus far. So, an email to AOP guy, director guy, and composer guy. Feedback was good -- so fingers crossed.
Taking Priscilla Becker's poetry workshop in Carroll Gardens...very excited to get some feedback or direction for my new non-Queen poems.

FREE BRAD!! Oral arguments went well. Very well.
Pursuant to last night's post about 213 Skippy Is No Longer Do in the U.S. Army, here is one thing I Am No Longer Allowed to Do at Law School: Buy Wine.
I now have 12 (twelve) bottles of wine in the house. And that's in addition to the 12-pack of Fat Tire and the two 32-oz.ers in the fridge.... and a few bottles from the last 12-pack of Fat Tire.
Florida yelled at me when she got home. "That's alcohol abuse! You have a problem. Drink your wine!"
I told her, "I do have a problem: it's called sobriety."
Time to crack open a bottle of wine, baby. Then maybe some Con Law.