Apr 122008
I’m going to drop by my ten-year law school reunion tonight. I mostly hung out with the public-interest crowd and I’m not sure how many of them will be there. Of course, it might be more interesting to talk to someone whom I barely knew when I was a student. I’ll listen to stories of people’s seventy-hour workweeks at the firm and feel a little wistful that I didn’t pursue a private sector job more aggressively. But then again, I’m not sure there’s any kind of private practice that I would want to do for seventy hours a week.
Were you there on Friday night? At alumni reception in the law school lobby? I was stuck in the library, and ended up in the middle of it when I finally got out around 7-ish or so. I looked for you and didn’t see you. Instead, I got cornered by a very excitable new-yorkorican (his words, not mine), who apparently loves to talk with his hands in close proximity to people’s faces. He also wears aftershave in obscene amounts measured in gallons, if not buckets. Needless to say, more than ever, I wish I would have met you.