Trial team log - day two

[nagi_schwarz]

So we got stranded in Detroit last night. People in Omaha had assured us that our luggage followed us to Minnesota and would find us in Detroit. People also told us that someone from the airline would meet us at the luggage claim carousel to arrange a hotel for us.

No such luck, of course. Our baggage wasn't there and no one was there to meet us. All of us made a series of calls - to family members to assure them that we were somewhere safe, and to see about getting hotels. Melilli totally went to bat on our behalf, but the first lady who was at the desk was utterly unhelpful. The second lady was very nice and we ended up getting vouchers for a room at a lovely hotel and for a meal.

We only got about three hours of sleep and had breakfast here at the airport. We may have to compete in jeans and tshirts, but we are going to go and fight and win. And hope our luggage arrives later today.

Last night I talked to my parents, Daniel, and Ericka. It was wonderful to hear their voices, and they were pretty awesome about talking to me and being sympathetic and encouraging. I have the best friends and family ever.

8:54 am: we made it to Buffalo. The scene here is familiar to the one in Detroit. We linger outside the lost baggage room while Melilli looms over airline employees and we gaze anxiously at other people's luggage and wish that it was ours. So far no luck. Attorneys in jeans it is. Even though I do have my suits, I will remain looking like a teenager as a matter of team solidarity. It's a good thing that Melilli knows the judge who runs the competition. Here's to us owning Georgia as proxy retribution against Delta, which has it's HQ in Atlanta. Yes, even law students and their professors can be petty.

9:49 am: so we made it to the hotel all right. We had to jam illegally into a taxi and I ended up sitting on Vanessa's lap and a round of bad Virginia Res jokes ensued. Our cabbie was, just like in the movies, Middle Eastern, but he was friendly and informative and, no, he didn't smell bad. We're going to see if Chelsea can't fit into one of my suits since the prosecution goes today. Hopefully Melilli's judge friend will have things sorted out for us for our round today. I need to commune with my witness before our round. Here's to taking names. Our hotel is really nice, though; women on one floor and men on the other. Dress up Chelsea, here we come!

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