Bar Exam Bliss

How to celebrate that the bar exam is over? Walk directly from the convention center to a bar two blocks away with other bar exam-blitzed friends, and over mojitos, margaritas and so on, share the secrets we all had to reveal to the state Board of Bar Examiners as part of our character and fitness background check: "Wow, so you got deported from Scotland, and I almost shot my wife's boyfriend in the face--" "WHAT?! Holy shit!" (Full details followed, the entire saga). We're jealous of the people whose job it is to read the deep dark secrets on our bar applications. Thousands of bar applicants each year, spilling their hidden craziness out on paper--we have to tell the truth, whole and nothing but, because if it's later discovered that we lied on our applications, we could be disbarred. You could base a whole screenplay on some of these secrets, and there are people sitting in an air-conditioned office in the state capital, getting paid not only to read them, but, if necessity (or curiosity?) requires, to send follow-up letters requesting more information. Lucky bastards!

And how to celebrate, last night, that it was half over? Spend an hour in a gym (I hadn't set foot in a gym in ten years), working myself over completely to dispel the stress from muscle and bone; then go see a rock concert, because... well, why the hell not. So what if I had to get up at 7:30 the next day and go spend another eight-hour day taking the bar exam--life is short.