Spell check insists it is "plead". I disagree.

I got an email response to last night's blog about the phone call. It seems it was just a random wrong number after all. I guess I could have just called the number back and found that out, but I was pretty convinced I knew who it was. That and I was in the middle of moving. Happy ending. The end.

Next court story: 2 women were facing the court for public drunkenness and for fighting. They both appeared in jeans (from the early 90s--acid wash, meow!) and a nasty t-shirt. They both also wore their thin blonde hair in a long dirty ponytail. I want you to really imagine the hair--long, stringy, and greasy. Why was their hair so long, why? Did they think it was sexy, or are they religious nuts? Can't be the religion thing, they weren't wearing long denim skirts and keds--and they were drunk. I found out later that these 2 are a couple. One of them pled guilty to being drunk and the other gal said she wasn't drunk and pled not-guilty. My new republican boyfriend (the judge) found her guilty, and they have been raising hell at city hall ever since. I went to the swearing in of the new assistant police chief last night, and the dynamic dirty dyke duo were there to raise some hell about the one chick being found guilty. Ladies, you appeal to the court not to the police chief, the city clerk, and the court employees. They still haven't filed an appeal. The judge was there last night. We shook hands. It was hot. I know all the gossip on him--he broke up with his long-term girlfriend (some Asian chick with a kid) last week (the same day we met) and he has serious commitment issues. He ran for state senate as a republican a few years ago--he lost, obviously. He also used to date a pregnant, married attorney that I met, but she dumped him after he couldn't commit. Let me be clear--she is pregnant now, by her husband. She was not preggers while with the judge--well, maybe she was, but if she was, it was not for long. She appears in his court and has to call him your honor. I love that. I will only date attorneys in the hopes that one day I will be a judge and former romantic partners will be forced to call me "your honor". Awesome.

Remember: do not give hints of my new residence. Hell-hole counts as a hint, Rachel.
I have been looking for jobs in our new awesome destination. I have to start thinking about applying for the bar in awesome state, too.