Well, most of this week was taken up with trial, which I've already described at some length. I had a nice long debrief with my co-counsel the day after, which contained compliments and constructive criticism in appropriate measure—very satisfying and a good cap on the whole learning experience. And hey, I even managed to get a good chunk of work done on Friday, as I came down from the peculiar adrenaline/exhaustion combination that is apparently how I react to trial.
This was also a productive weekend. I caught up on some house stuff: worked on refinishing the built-in bookshelves, cleaned the bathroom, did some laundry, that kind of thing. We bought lamps for the bedroom and a new dishwasher (the old one being very nearly useless). I did our taxes and was happy to discover that both New York and the United States owe us money. Annoyingly, I owe Massachusetts $1. Yes, one dollar. As a part-year Massachusetts resident, I have to file; but I didn't work while I was a Massachusetts resident, so my only Massachusetts income is savings account interest. Which results in one dollar of tax. It's a shame I have to file, since it will almost certainly cost the state more to process the application than it's going to get in revenue.
In entertainment news, we saw Chicago Friday night, which I'd been wanting to do for a while. I enjoyed it quite a bit. It's funny, because normally I don't care for movies with unpleasant people. Here, the people were all really quite unpleasant, but I enjoyed the energy of the musical elements enough that I could generally overlook that. The opening, which intercuts "And All that Jazz" with Roxie's first encounter with the lover she later murders, is very hot; the rest of the movie doesn't rise to that level, but it doesn't waste the considerable momentum created by the opening. Most of the rest of the musical numbers are Roxie's fantasies, an inspired move: it fits the story and character quite well and helps with the suspension of disbelief. In particular, the percussive introduction of "Cell Block Tango" was just brilliant, possibly the most clever bit of staging (as it were) in the film. I did notice that as the movie progressed, the framing device was dropped slightly; "Mr. Cellophane" doesn't fit it, but it's such a good song, it doesn't matter. As far as the ending, I'm still wavering as to whether it's a cop-out or the culmination of the movie's cynicism. Final note: I thought the movie was missing a couple of small scenes, and I was right about one of them, which appears on the soundtrack. I do wish I'd been able to see the stage version, but I did have fun watching it on screen.
The only bad spot in the weekend was my enormous headache that rather put a damper on our celebratory Saturday night dinner. (The house, an anniversary, becoming an attorney, the trial—it's been a while since we had time to go to dinner, so we had a lot to celebrate.) I would like to take this opportunity to say that Excedrin Migraine is beautiful stuff, even for headaches that aren't classic migraines.
Finally, wireless networking is pretty darn cool. I'm in the living room now, to be sociable as Chad watches the Maryland game—though, frankly, since it is the Maryland game, I doubt he'd notice if six elephants were blogging in the house.