What you’re looking at here is my first day of freedom outfit. After the Bar Exam was all over, I had a couple drinks and some nachos, then slept for 12 glorious hours. The next day, after my shower, I used these new fangled electric hair instruments. One blows hot air so your hair dries faster, and the other one clamps down on your hair so it doesn’t look like a frizzy mess. Technology is amazing, you guys.
Sometimes during Bar prep when I was sitting on my couch in sweats and wet, unstyled hair, I would think about all the cute outfits I would wear to do fun non-studying things once I had my life back. This was one of those outfits. I felt very Audrey Hepburn, and that is never not a good thing.
For the most part, post-Bar life has been lovely. I did discover, however, that it’s easy to build up your first day of freedom in your head a little too much. I guess I imagined double rainbows bursting spontaneously through the sky and a marching band following me everywhere I went while I performed “Don’t Rain on My Parade” and it would be so amazing that people would be like “oh my gosh, her voice sounds like Barbra Streisand and Idina Menzel had a baby, and she has the legs of Cyd Charisse!” In reality, the world is exactly how I left it, and I still have a crappy singing voice and short legs.
But at least my outfit was cute (this will be the title of my memoir one day).