The Reasonably Prudent Law Student

Whoot.

1Hell is officially over and it hasn’t really sunk in. I’m sure it will when I sit down at my desk at some point with my CivPro book and supplement and realize that…I…have…NOTHING…to study.

ZOMG!!1!

(Yes, the 1 is warranted. Trust me. Shows extra excitement. Adopt the convention.)

Anyway, thank you to my readers (all two of you) for waiting around during the 2-week hiatus while I was trying not to abjectly suck things up re: finals. They went pretty well; we’ll see how I do when grades are returned.

I was out tonight celebrating, and it occurred to me: if you mention that you’re a law student to someone, you’re instantly opening yourself up to a whole new WORLD of crappy pick-up lines. No joke.

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But first, a bit about my day. Mainly because I have you trapped here now that you want to know about awful pick up lines so you know to avoid them…or…use them?

=/Anyway.

Civil Procedure I was this morning: 50 multiple choice questions, 9:30AM start time. I was done and had checked my work by about 11ish, I want to say. Then I booked it out. I had some time to kill before the 12:30 train, and didn’t really feel like heading over to the bar.

Generally, I don’t mind bars. I will go if my friends ask me to, especially if it’s some special occasion. I won’t drink, naturally, but I have no problem going. But of my own volition…I probably won’t go. I’ll go if expressly invited, but you can hardly count on me to just show up, even if I know that you’re likely to be there. Besides, it was such a beautiful day in Chicago that I wanted to walk.

So I headed over to DePaul, right across the street, where I have a bunch of friends who are still around. After playing a frustrating game of text-tag, they met up with me around 11:30AM and we hung around outside until I absolutely had to leave to catch the train. And they spoiled my lunch with a cheesecake brownie as big as my palm. :) Niiiice.

Then train ride home, then lunch, then a good nap, and then I was ready to go. Got dressed, which took about 2 minutes, and then picked out my heels, which took about 20. WTF. I hate when I do that. Anyway, I headed out to a friend’s house, hung out until everyone got there, and then after a bit we headed out.

We headed out to Wildfire in Chicago, which is amazing, if you haven’t been there. I highly recommend it.

(That’s a pic of the one in Oak Brook because I couldn’t find a picture of the other one.)

Food was great, service was wonderful (they knew we were in no hurry and paced the meal really well, which I’m not used to, ha). We opted to have dessert at the bar and I ended up downing four (juice) cocktails. Nice. Now I’m hopped on sugar.

Anyway, ended up sitting next to this one guy who was with a buddy or two. Tall-ish, dark hair, stubble, really nice shoes and a pretty watch. (I notice shiny things. I can’t help it.)

We’re kind of semi-done, thinking about leaving at some point, and, of course, there’s a requisite trip to the bathroom. I have a phobia of public restrooms, so I remained planted where I was. This gave Nice Suit Gay, Nate, an opportunity to notice me, since it was only me and Maggie left at the counter, and she was having some quasi-fight with her boyfriend about deleting something from their TiVo. (You don’t want to know what it was. Okay, it was that gameshow with Carlton from Fresh Prince.)

We exchanged pleasantries, and he ended up asking what the occasion was. I said I’d just finished my first year of law school. Turns out, Nate was also a lawyer – he’d taken the Barzam earlier this year (or maybe last year). An excerpt:

Nate: Yeah, and now I’m down in Dallas, practicing there.

Huma: So what’s a Southern boy like you doing up here?

Nate: My sister and brother-in-law just had their first baby; I’m here visiting the whole family. Grew up in the South suburbs, so my parents are still here, too, and my other sisters are in town, now, too, for the baby.

Huma: Oh, that’s lovely, congratulations. Boy or girl?

Nate: Girl. That’s not going to stop me from teaching her how to play baseball.

Huma: Nor should it.

[blahblah, his buddy got a phone call and had to leave to take it, and smacked him on the back, which caused his leg to bump into mine.]

Huma: Oof.

Nate: Oh, sorry about that.

[Leaning closer]

Nate: But I know of a way you can mitigate your damages.

Huma: …I think I’ll risk a reduction in recovery, thanks.

BAM!

:-D

I win at slamming down pick-up lines. It’s good because, first, it takes me forever to figure out if someone is flirting. Like, FOREVER. And when I do, I get flustered and don’t know what to say.

But I’m getting better at it.

#win.