So about this big evil law firm event.

Of the several I’ve been to, one still stands out to me. It was what I was hoping for. It was at a swanky place, with an open bar, and hot hotty hostesses. And the place was packed with students. They were dressed up and smiley. They were there to have a good time.

But there was something more.

The bar was dark. It was nice, but dark. And there was a woman at the door handing out free Starbucks cards. That was nice, but unexpected. It was that little extra. It was a perk.

And the bar had three people behind it, serving up wine in glasses as big as grapefruits. I didn't need that much wine, but I took it.

And it wasn’t a bar. It was more of a club. But it was nice. It was sexy, not merely comfortable and fun. But it seemed to cross a line from the venues for other law firm events. It was hard to tell if it was just slutty, or so classy as to be exotic. If you took this club home to meet your parents, you mom wouldn’t approve. But your dad might.

And there were a few partners who weren't having a good time, but who were drinking a lot.

There was a very good looking law firm guy, upon whom at least one of my classmates had an instant if harmless crush. She soon decided he was a little smarmy, but he looked good at first.

Another older lawyer was chatting up a law student friend, to her obvious dismay. My self and North Maple Rag butted ourselves in to give her cover, and she promptly excused herself. She owes me. I told her so.

And they gave us those free Starbucks cards. It wasn't enough that we were going to have a drink with them, eat some appetizers with them, and get to know these people. The pretext of social exchange wasn't enough. They plied us. They gave us money. There was a woman at the door who gave us free money to spend on stimulants and indulgences. “Thank’s for coming. Here’s some money.”

Not that I wouldn’t go back.