The good news: phone camera is fixed!
The bad news: everything else has been erased!
Everybody, please please please e-mail me your digits! This is especially important for my faraway lurking friends! You know who you are! I'm lookin' at you, Florida, Louisiana, Massachusetts, New York, and Virginia!
I had snapped all sorts of silly pics earlier, and *poof* -- nothing.
[Insert sad face here.]
Alas. You will have to make do with simple unadorned text.
I met Pescado for lunch. He updated me on some work drama. Opposing counsel called Captain Amazing a "fucking punk" the other day after Captain Amazing totally kicked his ass in court. We also discussed the status of the case we'd worked on together. On Friday, Pescado argued for 45 minutes on a motion I'd written. It was the same case I'd blogged about a few months ago. It sounded like Pescado did an awesome job. The judge asked for further briefing on some FCRA issues, but it seems that he's probably leaning toward
After lunch, we made an early trek to the cigar store. Pescado left me a funny voicemail when I was getting my nails done on Monday. He merely said, "Let's go!" That's it. I smirked when I listened to it because that's what Pescado said to me nearly every day at work some time between 3:00 and 5:00 p.m. It was nice to make one last cigar run.
A few hours later, I got a call from Perfecta on her drive home. We talked for a good bit about what the office was like now without me there and about the next time we'd get together. I felt so happy talking with her!
These free days have been so lovely, and a big part of the loveliness has stemmed from hanging out with friends who make me smile and laugh.
So this post has come full circle -- friends, e-mail me your contact info, stat! Thank you!