A few nights ago I went to Sparkly Ladies’ Night. Most people thought I was kidding when I said I was going to a party named that, but I’m not joking, that’s really what it was called. My 1L section was quite sociable, and the first year here are HLS we started having girls’ nights and we never really stopped. Just to clarify, they’ve all had different themes, they’re not all about sparkles. I’m not sure when exactly we devolved from Ivy League law school students to teenagers at a slumber party, but it happened. We’ve traded the Pop Rocks for red velvet cupcakes and the Mountain Dew for Chardonnay, but it’s surprising how little else changes. Nail painting, check. Staying up late and eating too much, check. Prank calling the boys we like. . .okay, some things do change.
The only real difference is that instead of rolling out our trusty sleeping bags at the end of the night, we all either go out or go home. Well, that and there’s no one’s mom coming to the top of the stairs intermittently to remind us to be quiet. I saw a Seinfeld once where Jerry was talking about how the best part about being an adult is being able to eat cookies whenever you want—you never have to have someone dash your hopes with the “you’ll spoil your appetite before dinner” ploy. You can spoil your appetite if you want. That’s kind of the way girls’ nights feel now.
What happens at girls’ night stays at girls’ night, so I won’t elaborate on the conversation even to list the topics, which are incriminating in themselves. Plus when I got there all of my friends said “We know you blog for the admissions office now, you better not post all our gossip for the incoming students to read,” which is too bad, because this post could be a lot more interesting if I just put up a transcript. Here are two benign outtakes:
Girl 1: “Every single time I’m walking with [professor’s name], girls are always coming up and saying ‘Hi, Professor [imitating a dopey lovestruck tone].’ It happens like every day, I swear.”
Everyone else: “Wait, how often are you strolling around with Professor [Name ]? Is this like a normal thing? You guys just go for pleasure walks around the quad?”
Girl 1: “I’m pretty sure that guy’s British accent is fake. I heard him once on the phone in line at the post office and he didn’t have it.
Girl 2: “Isn’t there an episode of Friends where Ross fakes a British accent because he’s nervous to teach his new class? Maybe he’s nervous.”
Girl 1: “Yeah, he should be nervous someone is going to figure out he’s from America.”
We also found out that this year’s 1Ls from Section 6 (our section) were having their own girls’ night on the same night! Even though they’re only two years behind us, this feels like the traditions of a generation have been duly passed down. My law school heart feels all sparkly inside.
-Erin
