Frou-frou cocktail party winds to an end (at least for me)

Now to be replaced with a much more abbreviated frou-frou lunch/dinner season. Here's a few wrap-up observations:

Comfort level with consuming alcohol ramped up drastically toward the end. For well over half of them, it was Diet Coke only. When it got down to the ones in the last week, though, we figured, "what the hell, free wine--pound it."

"What's your sign? Leo or Aquarius?" In ffcp talk, that comes out as "So are you interested in transactional or litigation?" Or, from us back to them: "So what area do you practice in? Transactional or litigation?"

The Ritz-Carlton downtown is a little over-the-top. However, it will probably be the only time in my life that I see beef wellington served from an appetizer tray.

All in all, a very long, stressful three weeks. Just for Kellus, though: proof that they're not going to alter the Deadman. Instead of flying the flag at the last cocktail reception on my rotation this evening, I decided to hit the gym instead, where I got 7 reps at 225 on the bench press, then cleaned 185 off the floor and jerked out 5 overhead reps, which makes a bodyweight attempt look doable soon. That workout was just what the doctor ordered.