The Bar Association of the City of ____: Young Lawyers Fall Social

For reasons that need only be known to Cat and I, we have discovered that the Young Lawyers Bar Association of our city is having a happy hour tonight. Yes my friends, we have hit the jackpot! I feel like a giddy school girl...anxious, excited, nervous! A child on Christmas Eve, a fat kid at McDonalds. Oh, this is it! Cat and I have talked about this for months! Months, let me tell you! And today is the day it's all going to go down.

I was having a heart attack this morning because I couldn't find anything to wear. I needed the perfect mix of professional and attractive. I settled on a nice pair of black slacks with a white button down, a new black vest and my patent leather Mary Janes. Cat's wearing her tall black boots with a black skirt and a cream sweater. Why does she always manage to show me up!? Sheesh!

Cat and I managed to persuade two of our male coworkers to go with us (and by persuade, we meant we forced them to put it on their calendars over a month ago so that they would have no excuses). Our idea of the evening is as follows: Cat, me, OC and MD will get there around 5. The lawyer happy hour starts at 6. The lawyers will see us with coworkers and think we were just out for a drink after a long day at work. Well, they need to do their networking and whatnot, so while they're doing that, we'll sit with our coworkers. Around 7:30, OC and MD will skedaddle and by that time, most of the lawyers should either have left (the ones that are married, dorks, women, etc.) or be a little more loosened up and ready to mingle with Cat and I. We'll let you know what really happens because if you knew OC and MD, you'd know things could go very very awry.

I will tell you what's cute though. OC and MD dressed up today. They are just the cutest. They made fun of Cat and me like you have no idea. And while October 18 will now go down in infamy as "Desperate Cat and Maxi Day" (OC and MD definitely made some invitations so that we could hand them out to any cute men we saw), the point is, when the rubber hits the road, they're there, dressed in their best, corporate America, ready to be our wingmen. They really are the best. (Why is Tracy Lawrence, "Find Out Who Your Friends Are" going through my head?)

Details to follow tomorrow...

Fingers crossed,
Maxi