mr. crankypants can shut the fuck up

The retreat was fun. It was not a rip-roaring good time, it was not a laugh-riot, it was not a barrel of monkeys. But it was fun. There was a lot of food. There was a grill -- *two* grills, actually. There was a gorgeous forest. And, best of all, there was a really great river to swim and play in. And we swam and played and it was good. Some people snuck off to the woods to smoke pot. Some people made an effort to talk to the newer staff or the more lonesome staff who haven't made buddies yet. Some people took walks with their girlfriends and got in fights. Ahem. But, whatever. All in all it was a good time.

Meanwhile, while I was playing in the water and enjoying myself to the best of my abilities, my dear friend Waspy was taking the Oregon State Bar Exam. Fun times!! Emails were not immediately returned, but I finally heard from her today. In a tight-lipped statement she reported feeling the presence of "bad luck" but she declined further comment. I am trying to get her to agree to a happy hour engagement where I will hopefully hear more of the story. Until then... whatever.