Just came from some firm receptions. The first was on campus, a friend had organized it; second one was at a club on Broadway with pool and view of lower Manhattan. (Corollary: I am drunk! Nothing I type right now counts!)

I was thinking about crashing EIW and signing up for some interviews for the hell of it. No one would catch me for skipping the prereqs. However! Looks so boring. Still thinking of it. Still bored. Would rather go running and shopping tomorrow but my knees and my bank account are dissolving as we speak so maybe not.

I overheard one lawyer/interviewer at the second reception complaining about all the "scripted" replies she'd heard to her questions. She wants students to be "sincere" about this decision "about the rest of their lives." Well lady! Your questions are not a well-kept secret! I have seen my friends' printouts of your questions. They are written in helvectica 12-point. You pick about five out of 30. Law students are trained to study many more than thirty sentences at a time. And they are not professional actors. Because they are professional lawyers. So... how could their answers not sound scripted? Fuck you!

I liked the view. I liked running into classmates and talking to a good friend of mine for a while, while dressed up (he more than I; I had a skank dress over a conservative/dykey shirt). But nothing tempted me. I'd wanted to be tempted. I've been nosing around for a while now for someone to tempt me into the legal profession. The most tempting thing tonight was a waitress. She noted that I don't like ketchup. I was not cool enough to initiate more conversation. Maybe I would be cool enough if I had a hilariously large salary?

Judging by everyone I've met so far-- nope! They are exactly as ironic as their salary/age ratio suggests. How to not be a joke?