You Can Just Call Me "Ben, Esquire"

Well, I'm done with the bar. I never had any moments of absolute panic. Which means either that (i) I did well enough to pass or (ii) I've resigned myself to the fact that I just don't know the details of vanishing venue, or when service of process relates back to............ah, hell with it.

My more witty colleague Zhubin Parang had this description of the bar studying process:

It's a mind-numbing process, with a boredom that is uniquely fatiguing. On top of it all is the low-grade but ever-present stress that permeates every waking moment you're not studying. Sure, go to a wedding, but what happens if you're tested on powers of appointment? Watch Simpsons if you have to, but aren't you kinda shaky on intentional infliction of emotional distress? The odds of failing are so low, but the consequences of failing are so high, it's like you're playing Russian Roulette with a thousand-chamber revolver, and that's not a situation that keeps you mentally comfortable with a 9-5 study schedule.

But it's over! And I'm 95% sure I passed! Maybe even 96.3%!

Anyways, I'm sitting in the kitchen listening as my adorable 2-year old nephew Drew (Cars fanatic) is playing happily in the other room while the rest of his family is at Six Flags. He's the most articulate almost-3-year-old I've ever met. And he talks nonstop. I'm told I was like him at that age. Heck I probably still am. I've just moved up in my obsessions from Lightning McQueen to Paul Thomas Anderson.

I'm doing the odds and ends of wedding planning. But I tell ya, right now, it don't feel stressful. I'm feeling FREE! I'm DONE with the doggone bar exam and I couldn't be happier. Have I explained to you how much I hate Commercial Paper. Have I told you why the Rule Against Perpetuities is the most idiotically complex and pointless rule devised by common lawyers to create malpractice in later generations? Well, guess what? I won't tell you now! I shall dedicate myself in the ensuing weeks to developing the ability to once again have interesting conversations.

Tomorrow, I'm flying to hang with Mike for the weekend. It's been a long time since we've seen each other and I'm really looking forward to it. Plus, it's a last single-guy's hurrah and a celebration of finishing the bar exam. So we're gonna celebrate in that wild and crazy Chaffin 316 (our old dorm) kinda way: watching movies, playing music, and hanging out. Perhaps going to concerts. I hear other single guys celebrate in different ways. I can only imagine that they are less fun than what I do.