Tom Foetus Is A Son Of A Bitch!

Lizett had her show this weekend. She's part of this group called Assault and Flattery, which is a bunch of law students who put on a play every year. This year's play was Willy Wonka and the Myriad Inside Law School Jokes, which as you may have surmised from the totally clever title I just made up was heavily directed toward other law students. That isn't to say I didn't enjoy it, I just suspect I would've enjoyed it exponentially more had I been among the target audience--the biggest laugh, for example, was in response to a comment regarding adverse possession, a concept which is presumably familiar to the lowliest of 1Ls, but utterly meaningless to the likes of myself. I did laugh though, so as not to appear foolish. There was also a long and enormously perplexing bit about the UT Law mascot, the peregrinus, which (really) is part feline, part avian, part equine, and all goose stepping abomination of nature. I enjoyed it.

So the show was funny and well done, and more importantly it's now over, which means I get my fiancee back. She was rehearsing 5-7 hours a night, which was--well, you would not be incorrect to say 1,000 miles past ridiculous, although I would never say that because I am a very loving and supportive SO who does not wish to be kicked in the nards. And there were cast parties after every show, so it was a good opportunity to meet some of her friends, a large portion of whom are hilariously obsessed with a fellow named Tom Foetus, a sort of evil super lawyer bearing a suspicious resemblance to Bill Brasky. Although skeptical at first, I must admit that the tale of the goat driving the taxi through the himalayas was as good or better than anything I've read about the Chuck Norris/Mr. T/Vin Diesel Trinity of Pain. Well played, law guys.