Yeah? Well I'm old enough to beat your ass. Suck that.

I argued my first dispositive motion yesterday. It went well, although I didn’t get everything that I wanted. I was stressed, but well-prepared. I was also pleased to find that the judge—who I had not met before—was relatively foxy, as far as early-forties white ladies go. The adversarial context made me a little loco, though. I think it was my nervousness, the spike in adrenaline, and the man-on-man confrontation with opposing counsel. As things progressed, I found myself on the verge of animal-style yelling which does not, as a general matter, suit me. After the judge ruled, opposing counsel took a jab at how young I looked. Fucker. That’s going to look real great on the transcript.