Well, jury duty is over. It was great. I'm actually looking forward to serving again, and not even because I got a three day vacation from work. The case was a cab driver who got rear-ended by a woman on the Grand Central Parkway and wanted money for injuries supposidly sustained during the accident. We decided that the woman was indeed negligent in her actions on the parkway by hitting the cabbie, but that there was not enough evidence to show that the cabbie's injuries were serious enough to merit compensation from the woman. So he didn't get any money. I really had no concept before this that the jury really does decide the outcome of the case, and the judge is there to interpret the law. I couldn't believe when we were sent away to deliberate that it was up to us to decide if this guy got any money, and if so, how much money. I mean, I know the whole premise of trial by jury, but when you're actually on the jury and deciding somebody's fate, then the reality of it really hits. The jury was a real cross-section: a pastor, a lawyer, a student, a puppeteer and a cab driver. The cabbie's lawyer had great cufflinks. I find well-tailored cuffs and cufflinks to be incredibly sharp and sexy.

I had a disgusting drink last night called a "Marsha Marsha": Stoli vanilla, pineapple juice, lime juice and sours. Ug. I puked it up when I got home. The two glasses of wine beforehand probbaly didn't help any.