Last night was Law Prom. I didn't bother to go last year because it sounded kind of stupid, but I decided to go this time so I could say I'd been to one. I remember when I was visiting law schools as a prospective student all of them had bulletin boards with pictures from their law proms. It seemed like such a seminal law school event, I thought I should try it at least once.
It was ok and not TOO high schoolish. (True, my mom drove me there, but in high school I actually drove myself...) There were some hors d'oeurves and plenty of drink tickets. I had two drinks, which was fairly unprecedented for me. (I don't usually drink because normally I have to drive off somewhere or something sometime soon.) My faculties were fairly taxed, which you can see for yourself since I wrote the previous post as soon as I came home (maybe I write better drunk?) But some people were really inebriated by the end. One friendly guy kept trying to tell me something. He was really enthusiastic about what he was saying, but I couldn't understand a word of it. Some of that was because the music was loud, and he was much taller than me, so I really couldn't hear him. But even when he bent down and shouted, I still wasn't entirely sure he was actually speaking English. I just nodded and smiled, and eventually he seemed satisfied with having made his point, whatever it was.