Frolics

Tonight is the law school prom. Yep, for the second year running, I am going to prom with my dearest as my date. No corsage or rohypnol, though, so not really authentic prom.

Being an all-girls' school, and very jolly hockey stick, we didn't do anything like this - prom, homecoming, nothing. It's probably a good thing - it was bruising enough to deal with adolescence, I didn't really need to go through popularity contests either... not to any more than I was already subjected...

In other news: if lawyering fails, I'd quite like to be a translator. Need to improve the old Spanish, obviously, but I think that'd do a service.