I love this take on law school social functions which, at some schools (mine included) is nothing more than a cleaned-up way of saying, “excuses to get black-outingly drunk, act ridiculous, and claim amnesia the following morning.”
Tonight we have another SBA-funded Happy Hour at a local watering hole here in Cincinnati. Yay! Rejoice! Sarcasm? Yes.
Don’t get me wrong, I love drinking, but forcing law school students to be sociable is just an awful idea. This isn’t an after office happy hour, where everyone is going to end up getting sloshed and trying to go home with the boss. This is a happy hour for law students, which will no doubt end up in a debate as to whether or not Marbury boinked Madison (the answer is, no doubt, yes).
However, there is one great thing about law school happy hours. Watching people who never get drunk and can’t handle their booze. I’m telling you, unintentional comedy is off the charts. There’s nothing like seeing the same people that usually look down on you for being a drunk have to look up to you. They have to look up because they have most likely fallen off the stool they were sitting on. Call it evil, call it wrong, but I love buying shots for these people. It’s like, how drunk and stupid can these people get?
The next morning gets even better. These people are so embarrassed about how they acted the night before. I, as a professional drinking, have gotten past this stage. However, the shy awkward looks from the people who were dancing on the pool table the night before are so endearingly ironic. It’s like the walk of shame in undergrad, but these people didn’t even get any ass (most likely).
So if I buy you a shot tonight, it’s either because I love you or hate you. Feel free to ask me which.
(source: You Can’t Get Arrested for Being Awesome)
Labels: anecdotes and opinions, humor, law school
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