Glug.

I can't believe I'm wearing a tie. It's been over a year since last I did... weird to think. I'm told that I look sharp, though (all by women, which eh, but still, it's nice-- not like I really want to attract most of the guys here anyway, natch), so I suppose it's a good. The tie is actually fine, to be honest; the big problem I have with dressing up is having my shirt tucked in. I mean, sure it cleans up one's lines, but it also leads to a lot of re-tucking every time one stands up or sits down, which is annoying, and don't even get me started on using toilet facilities-- far too many instances for things to get caught in zippers, imho.

But, it's all going to be worth it if I can impress Dean Korngold of Case Western Reserve University School of Law, who's giving a reception tonight at the Omni Berkshire Place to which Charles suggested I go. It's probably not going to be madly interesting, but there are going to be some successful alumni there, and if my schmoozing lands me even one useful contact, it will all have been worthwhile.

Hm, need to find some good lawyer jokes...

Glug.

I can't believe I'm wearing a tie. It's been over a year since last I did... weird to think. I'm told that I look sharp, though (all by women, which eh, but still, it's nice-- not like I really want to attract most of the guys here anyway, natch), so I suppose it's a good. The tie is actually fine, to be honest; the big problem I have with dressing up is having my shirt tucked in. I mean, sure it cleans up one's lines, but it also leads to a lot of re-tucking every time one stands up or sits down, which is annoying, and don't even get me started on using toilet facilities-- far too many instances for things to get caught in zippers, imho.

But, it's all going to be worth it if I can impress Dean Korngold of Case Western Reserve University School of Law, who's giving a reception tonight at the Omni Berkshire Place to which Charles suggested I go. It's probably not going to be madly interesting, but there are going to be some successful alumni there, and if my schmoozing lands me even one useful contact, it will all have been worthwhile.

Hm, need to find some good lawyer jokes...

Dear. Bleeding. JESUS.

Pssshaw... this is definitely a night to remember.

First, another junior (a girl, initials K.B., must remember for future, no sobriquet as yet) and I went with Hot Irish Prof to the Harvard Club, not so far from Grand Central, for drinks, and sweet CHRIST is it ever opulent. Example: in the main lounge, besides priceless Norman-era French tapestries that look like they belong in a castle of their same vintage, is an elephant head provided by Teddy Roosevelt himself. No money changes hands inside the club-- ever-- and they have a library I'd cheerfully kill (or at least lightly maim) for. I had an amaretto sour, as they were unfortunately out of midori, and had a very civilized drink with my fellow Sarah Lawrencers. This, by the way, after I spent most of the train ride down in convo with the Prof, who's a fellow rower and has his own scull on Martha's Vineyard.

Then, the reception itself: damn good food and open bar, first off, with some of the best beef skewers and peanut sauce I've ever tasted. Discounting the train ticket down, it was free, and durn tasty to boot. I got to schmooze with alums and officials, some of whom were actually interesting, and while I think Case Western is probably not for me, considering that I have absolutely no desire to make a life anywhere in the Midwest, it was nice to get a feel for the profession. The Prof got fairly toasted, as well, and dispensed drunken wisdom at a fair clip. Important: must learn to play squash before I graduate!

Then, I had the dubious pleasure of hitching a ride back to campus with Steak-on-a-Stick and the Zion Mainframe, listening to gangsta rap and their cocaine business dealings. K.B., lucky her, has no work tomorrow and went out to a bar with some of the alums after the reception wound down. I do hope she makes it home all right...

So: one of the weirder and more interesting evenings of my life, lubricated by free booze. Do it again! Do it again!

Goodnight.

Dear. Bleeding. JESUS.

Pssshaw... this is definitely a night to remember.

First, another junior (a girl, initials K.B., must remember for future, no sobriquet as yet) and I went with Hot Irish Prof to the Harvard Club, not so far from Grand Central, for drinks, and sweet CHRIST is it ever opulent. Example: in the main lounge, besides priceless Norman-era French tapestries that look like they belong in a castle of their same vintage, is an elephant head provided by Teddy Roosevelt himself. No money changes hands inside the club-- ever-- and they have a library I'd cheerfully kill (or at least lightly maim) for. I had an amaretto sour, as they were unfortunately out of midori, and had a very civilized drink with my fellow Sarah Lawrencers. This, by the way, after I spent most of the train ride down in convo with the Prof, who's a fellow rower and has his own scull on Martha's Vineyard.

Then, the reception itself: damn good food and open bar, first off, with some of the best beef skewers and peanut sauce I've ever tasted. Discounting the train ticket down, it was free, and durn tasty to boot. I got to schmooze with alums and officials, some of whom were actually interesting, and while I think Case Western is probably not for me, considering that I have absolutely no desire to make a life anywhere in the Midwest, it was nice to get a feel for the profession. The Prof got fairly toasted, as well, and dispensed drunken wisdom at a fair clip. Important: must learn to play squash before I graduate!

Then, I had the dubious pleasure of hitching a ride back to campus with Steak-on-a-Stick and the Zion Mainframe, listening to gangsta rap and their cocaine business dealings. K.B., lucky her, has no work tomorrow and went out to a bar with some of the alums after the reception wound down. I do hope she makes it home all right...

So: one of the weirder and more interesting evenings of my life, lubricated by free booze. Do it again! Do it again!

Goodnight.