My entire goal for today was to buck up, and not cry. Even if I felt like it was warranted. I had pre-trial hearings today. Imagine me surrounded by defense attorneys who are foaming at the mouth once they heard that I am a student. I got barked at all morning long. One guy made a big deal of the fact that discovery wasn’t complete, though I had the file for all of 20 minutes. And there is a staircase. A staircase that I run up and down about 10 times looking for files, calling other courts, and contacting victims. It’s pretty crazy.
But I actually negotiated a restitution settlement between the victim and the defendant. I felt like a real lawyer. Came home tonight, went for a jog and had a giant cheeseburger delivered because I was starving.
Also, the 2 prosecutors made the interns play two truths and a lie. I admitted to having a tattoo. But I wouldn’t tell them what it was because it is big and slightly obscene. So now they are all obsessed. They keep saying they are going to get me drunk. I thinking about just telling them, but I’m not sure. I might post a picture of it to see what you, anonymous internet, think.
Why do people even get excited about finding out other people have tattoos? Everybody’s grandmother has one these days.
Jesus Virg, we were just having fun. You are a party pooper. BTW – my grandmother didn’t have a tattoo but my grandfather did. It was on his upper arm. It was a large anchor with a snake coiling around it. I loved it.
I will lead the chant – picTURE, picTURE, picTURE!
I am a 30 year old without a tattoo – SHOCK! – but only because I had a hard time deciding what I want. Now I’ve decided, but I don’t know where to put it. (I want my son’s name in my husband’s handwriting.) Do I put it on my stretch-marked hip? My stretched out tummy? My bony foot? I want it to be only for me, hide-able, but just can’t decide. Where is yours, if you don’t mind me asking?
Please tell me it’s Virg’s face a-la-Anna-Nicole on your back. Please, please, please! That’s both scandalous AND obscene.
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How do I always get roped into this crap, Poodle?
Gillian – I say get a tattoo on your back! But I have the same issue. One of the reasons i don’t show my tattoo is that my hip just isn’t what it was when I got the tattoo.
Will – it is subject to debate whose face is tattooed on my hip. Everyone sees someone different.
Virgin – you have a name liked Virgin and you wonder how you get roped in?
I’m convinced it all has to do with your boobs. Seriously.
Oh Will, for half a second I thought you were talking about my boobs. And then I realized you were talking about her boobs. Sigh.
Woops. I should have specified. For what it’s worth, I’m sure you have lovely boobs.
Are you creeped out yet? I know Virgin is.
Is she really? I’m so happy.
You all can’t stop talking about my boobs. We get it, we get it.
Oh I have a tattoo of a butterfly on my butt. I got it when I was 18, and thanks God I got a small one that was easy to hide.
Your court stories bring back memories of a nightmare I thought I had completely repressed. Those first days were so, so hard.
New Duck – I find your prosecutor stories and your blog surprisingly comforting.
Will – I think someone is becoming unhinged.
Let us see the ink!!!
Next time we’re together I will do a play by play of my summer associate summer. I can still feel the fear — and it was six years ago.