Yeah, yeah. I know that #TBT is a *thing* but I'm feeling nostalgic today. I was looking through old blog posts yesterday and some of it is absolutely cringe-worthy (in my first post I explained that I was starting a "weblog." Oy.). That said, I stumbled on one of my favorite posts, which is still totally relevant today -- What's in a Name -- or the fact that nobody you date gets called by their real name for quite some time, but is only known by a nickname of some sort. I'm trying to think if I have any good ones from more recent times, but am coming up short . . . maybe some of you can help!
Last night, I went to my first official Tufts alumni event in years -- a whisky tasting sponsored by the Tufts Lawyers Network. I'm very glad I went -- made a bunch of good work connections and enjoyed the line of Johnny Walker whiskys -- but I was asked a few times about whether I had attended any other Tufts alumni events. I honestly can't remember if I went to any of my official class reunions. I do remember one event in NYC with Sol Gittleman at the Tenement Museum, but otherwise, I haven't been to anything formal.
That said, this year was the 18th OJ -- our annual fall October soJourn with Tufts friends from various a cappella groups (this year, with kids! OJ NextGen). I can't say that I've been to all of them, but definitely the majority. And this May, we'll be having the Amalgamates' 30th Anniversary -- I've been to every 5-year anniversary we've had. Pretty amazing. So all in all, my Tufts blood runs deep, although it may not be in the traditional alumni ways. Works for me!
Sorry for the radio silence, kids. I have been a little busier than I'd prefer and when I have had down time, I have had zero interest in being in front of a computer. I am currently on an Amtrak en route to DC for a conference law school public interest/pro bono people and am headed off to the woods with college friends upon my return to NYC.
I'm sitting at the Wine Cellar last night after a meeting and I notice that the gentleman next to me has a tattoo wrapping around his right forearm. I couldn't see the whole thing, but was able to clearly make out the word "inalienable.*" So I say, "I see you have a bit of the Constitution on your arm." He replied, "actually, it's the Declaration of Independence."
Worst. Lawyer. Ever.
* now, of course, I am questioning whether it said "inalienable" or "unalienable," but apparently this is questioned often.