He Fought the Law and the Paul Won

Thursday we fought the speeding ticket that we got on the way home from the Pixies concert (see "Talking Sweet About Nothing" blog entry). Paul got off on the technicality that the date was wrong on the ticket. I thought I would help the case, seeing how Paul was giving me a lecture about speeding on the road we were on, but it turns out I hurt his case. The judge said, "I know when I'm in the car having a conversation with my wife, I don't always watch how fast or slow I'm going." He also said that Paul should be thankful that the cop gave him a break by reducing the speed an not giving points. Paul said he understood and would not be fighting it if he didn't truly believe that he was speeding. The judge said that if the date on the ticket had been right, he would have lost. Paul's pissed about that. He really wanted to win on his own terms.

So then we came home, I made the pork cutlets that I was supposed to make Monday and drank a whole bottle of Riesling myself. I guess the food turned out okay. Tommy had two cutlets. But then again, that guy must be starving because we never feed him. (For those of you who don't know, Paul's brother Tommy left his wife and has been staying with us for the last month. It's much better than having a kid. My dishwasher is fixed. He takes the garbage out and he stays up late and drinks with me on the weekends).

School started this week. The first class is in conflict management and looks interesting. The other one, well, eh. There's a group presentation. I hate working in groups. I chose to work with a group of three men, basically based on where they live. But they seem okay, I guess. One of them is originally from Hazleton. The paper is not a group project, which makes me happy. I've had too many disasterous group papers from people who are too comma happy or form these insanely complex sentences that are impossible to follow. I like to write (despite my inability to spell), but I hate having to deal with the bullshit of the incompetent.

Went to the Allentown fair last night and got sick. I don't know what is wrong with me lately, but this has been happening quite a bit. My appetite is dwindling, too.