The Spot

YES! Spot kicks cocktail party and dinner going butt.
It was eeeaaaassssyyy. I showed up at 7, on the dot. No fashionably late for me: this may have something to do with Ingrid's apartment being literally up the street from the restaurant the firm rented out for the night. Holy moly.
And they're off! Spot bends ears about debating, Dalhousie-going [oh, your sons/daughters go/went to the same schools I do/did? Woot!] It was weird. Anyone who's ever seen me in my introversion mode would've thought I was, well, crazy. But this is easy. This is acting. I don't have to worry about feeling insincere: everyone is trying, I can try too.
30 minutes of mingling: As we're constantly offered these little bit-size things and wine I talk to recruitment [didn't recognize her but that was OK], the newly appointed office manager, Securities guy and then my dinner company found me.
And dinner was delicious. More reasuringly, it was comfortable. They sat me with two: a junior associate and a partner, both in litigation, good news because I think I'm leaning that way. Both friendly, easy to talk to, and I didn't have to worry about another student, if I was talking enough / too much, where talk was going. Easy. Yes.
On my way out, first interview lawyer says hello. I'm glowing [Dan's right, this is an ego fest] and find the words to say I want to come back. See everyone again.
And she says yes. Call her.
YES!
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