Two of the prosecutors in our unit have started calling us--the interns--"The Thundercats." We're not entirely sure why. We think it has something to do with the appearance that the three of us are, in the words of High School Musical, "all in this together." We leave at the same time, we go to lunch and around the courthouse together... We're a team. Woo! Go State!
But it's the weekend now, and I'm trying to rally some people to go get drinks. It's not working out too well considering the boy has officially moved to DC until December and the rest of my friends are currently out of town. Alpha Gay is back from Europe but he's citing jet lag as his excuse for not wanting to go play. Lesson of the day: Move to a fun city. This one sucks.
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