So a man walks into a bar...

Chris took the NM bar exam yesterday and today, and is now slowly recovering from the stress of the last few weeks of preparation. Over the past three years, I have frequently wished there was something I could do (like snap my fingers) to make everything right in his world again... and tonight we are finally in sight of the finish line. Apparently all I ever needed to do was pop in the Cinema Paridisio DVD and make him martinis. Or perhaps that would not have worked as well six months ago or two years ago. Hmmm...

I have come to understand that the bar exam is really taxing. It's the culmination of three years of law school, all boiled down into two days. And if you don't pass, you usually can't practice law. I can't think of really anything else in life that carries that much weight in such a small time period (well, maybe birth). No wonder people can't sleep the night before.

I'm just glad that it's over and that Chris made it through without losing his sanity. He's told me some stories of people in his bar review class and those he saw during the exam this week, and I question whether their wives/boyfriends/families are getting back a whole person.

But anyway... congratulations Chris! You did it. You made a decision four years ago to apply to law school, and between then and now, you got into a great law school, we moved twice, you completed law school in 2.5 years instead of the normal 3, had two wonderful internships, made great contacts, graduated from the University of fuc*ing Wisconsin, got an amazing job that starts in just three weeks, and now... you finished the bar exam. Congratulations babe. I'm so happy to be here with you.