Spring Break: The Photos
I just wrapped up my last-ever spring break.
(Real lawyers don’t get spring break—right?
It’s a student thing—yes?
Yes.
Moving on…)
Here are the photographed highlights:
First I became a superhero: Black Suit Man.
Then I hosted a fancy dinner party.
Derek the Djembe player stole an unbaked brownie bite.
Counselor Elliot scolded him.
And I was left to clean the mess.
A few days later, I let Cyborg Sandy read Lawyer Boy.
And she liked it so much that she insisted on having her photograph taken with the author.
One day I wandered around the city and got lost in the rat race.
I found myself at Schubas, where Tally Hall was playing to a sold-out crowd of teenagers…
…many of whom were clumped together in the least-threatening mosh pit I’ve ever seen.
After the show, Zubin in Blue and I in my tie thought about whether we should get something to eat.
We decided that we should.
And now I’m back in school. Got a 22-page Negotiations paper due tomorrow, actually. I encourage you to write words of encouragement below.
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March 25th, 2008 at 8:50 am
I selected the bar review course which came with a guaranty:that if you failed the bar you got to take the course again free. Once in the course I learned to keep the guarantee you had to do the homework. The homework consisted of multiple choice practice tests. Not about to do the homework, my wife completed the answer sheets for me. She didn’t read the questions she just filled in the squares..a few a’s, a few b’s, a nice design, her choice. Before each class the lecturer would post the tests results. One day as my score was posted the lecturer announced to the class “and this person has done so bad that had a monkey randomly selected the answers, it would have done better”
March 25th, 2008 at 1:38 pm
For clarification: you cleaned?
March 25th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
The dishes? I SO cleaned them. Like three days after the dinner party. New record for me!
March 25th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
looks like counselor elliot is scolding you, not derek. and is cyborg sandy really a cyborg…or just a fembot/ sexy terminator (kristanna loken, anybody?)? check if she melts in molten lava is my point.
March 25th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
never button all 3 buttons on a 3 button suit
Sometimes
Always
Never
you’re welcome
March 25th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Okay first of all, was this the potluck dinner party you gave me an hour’s notice for? Secondly, I read that first comment and thought, “What is this guy writing about? It has nothing to do with the post?” Then I thought,”This story sounds familiar.” And that’s when I realized the first commenter is my father. I’m going to have to teach him to respond to posts with comments that have to do with the subject matter.
March 25th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
There are girls all over Chicago who would KILL for a one-hour notice to one of my potluck dinner parties! But yeah, somebody will have to teach Counselor Mark about blogs…it was a good story, though!
March 25th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
Counseloor Rick:
In this post you make the observation that you will be “moving on”. I found it interesting that in the first picture where you appear as Black Suit Man the top button of your shirt is actually buttoned and your tie is pulled all the way up. Over the life of LSB you have have appeared in any number of pictures wearing a tie but in every case your top button was undone and your tie was not pulled up (see the masthead above). Is this another sign of your moving on or was this nothing more than a temporary fashion statement?
March 25th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
First of all, Hanna, I’m most happy that Mark left his comment where he did. I mean, I think this post, which left the previous one at the top for a grand total of 2 days, was as much a ploy to distract from the question of the bar review course as it was a spring break report.
Next, Rachel… I think you meant did Ricky clean up BEFORE the party. And look how he answered.. he cleaned AFTER.. for 3 hours.
anonymous - what makes you think Ricky would do what everyone else does? Had you written “So glad you buttoned 3 buttons!” he might have never again appeared that way (trust me).
March 25th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Okay, I have to admit, I did not see the previous post. That explains why my father’s story wasn’t quite as random as I thought.
But we still can’t deny that he needs a spelling lesson.
And Ricky, one hour’s notice is NEVER enough time for a potluck dinner. Especially b/c it takes me about half an hour to get to your place on the bus.
March 25th, 2008 at 4:05 pm
I must concur with Counselor Anonymous. But, with one caveat, the top button on a three button jacket should be buttoned if the button hole is squarely below the end of the lapel. However, if the lapel is long and softly “rolls” over the button and button-hole, then you should never button it.
Wearing your bottom button closed is an insult to the King!!!
March 25th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
Counselor evan @ NY,
Just to clarify, I was scolding neither Ricky nor Derek. I was actually cursing the unbaked brownies squares after being peer pressured into eating a chunk. Sorry Derek, Adam, Ricky, and Robert, but I prefer my brownies warm, baked, and WITHOUT salmonella!
March 25th, 2008 at 5:23 pm
Counselor Evan,
You produce the Lava, I’ll lower her into it.
Counselor Pirates, the hole squarely below the end of the lapels in the above suit, right?
March 25th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Hard to tell for certain in that picture. But, it looks like it. The easiest way to tell is to unbutton the top button. If they go out to the side, then they are on the lapel, if they stay facing out, then they are below the lapel.
Wearing a closed top button suit elongates your waist, making you slimmer and taller. Wearing an open top button suit gives you a broader and deeper “V” in your torso making you look broader in the chest.
See more at www.jollyeyeforthestraightguy.com
March 25th, 2008 at 8:15 pm
Linda,
I’m sorry to report that I did mean AFTER the party. Ricky’s apartment was spotless when I visited Chicago last fall, so I had no reason to doubt he could spruce up the place. But he told me two months after I’d left that the pans I placed in the dishwasher after making cupcake cones (of which Derek ate the unbaked pieces that night) were still in his dishwasher. Unwashed.
So I have reason to believe that the dish he is holding up in the picture is still dirty and closed up in his dishwasher, forgotten.