Hey, Welcome back to Lawyers & Liquor, the premiere home for the legal and not-so-legal profane ramblings of the Boozy Barrister. Today we’re going to keep going with my recounting of my recent descent into the world of NERO and LARP in general, specifically the NERO variant known as “Fables of Fenorra” in the lead-up to this weekend’s trip back out for my second visit to the mystical and magical world where, apparently, everything is falling apart and chaos reigns as we hit each other with foam weapons.
Before we begin, though, let me stress: If you want to get in on the madness there is a Fables of Fenorra event going on this upcoming weekend at Eagle Pass Camp in Wales, Mass, ran by the guys over at Epic Adventures, LLC! You can register at the door on Friday, June 15th, or online at the Epic Adventures website! I’ll be there causing trouble as Dart the Cowardly Alchemist, and you should stop by if you want to figure this shit out for yourself.
So last time I talked about how I ended up getting sucked into agreeing to go to a LARP event, which if you skipped over that entry is a “Live Action Role Playing” event where people beat the shit out of each other with padded weapons and act out characters in a complicated fantasy world. This time, let’s just get right into meat of the thing: How my adventures went.
Continue reading “A Lawless Land of Unicorns and Elves: A Lawyer Goes LARPing, Part 2”
Welcome to Monday here on Lawyers & Liquor, June 11, 2018. I’m the Boozy Barrister and we’re gonna skew from the course of talking about the law and legal shit again today for me to tell you a story that I’ve been promising people I’d tell for roughly 7 months now. But the whole purpose of this site is to speak to the muggles, the baby lawyers, and the law students of the world in a manner that can best be described as “uncouth” to educate and elucidate on topics of lawyering and various legal matters, so in some manner I have to tie that shit all together.
We can do that pretty fucking easy, though, because, as I said about a week ago, it’s important that people understand being a lawyer doesn’t mean you sacrifice all other aspects and hobbies you may have. It also shouldn’t restrict you from going out and trying to find new ones. And what better hobby is there for a lawyer to develop than going out into the woods every now and again and beating the living shit out of other people with sticks while pretending to be a bard or some shit?
Of course, I’m talking about LARP, and more specifically about the time I laid down the mantel of the Boozy Barrister to pick up the one of cowardly, craven, but slightly good-hearted man named Dart with the fine folks over at NERO Boston.
Continue reading “A Lawless Land of Unicorns and Elves: A Lawyer Goes LARPing, Part 1”
You know the cool thing about my job? I get to know people. I get to know people pretty damn well. Look, when you’ve sat in my conference room crying because your vindictive ex is low-key blackmailing you with pictures of you in frilly pink panties and an oversized lollipop (not that there’s anything wrong with that shit), we have a bond. That burly biker or truck driver who, to the rest of the world is a real man’s man, can feel cool to break down in front of their lawyer because they know that I can’t say shit, and because they know that my job is to help them. It’s neat to get to know my clients on a level that they only reveal to their priest and their bartender.
This means that for a lot of my clients who are actual people, they view me as some strange mixture between legal counsel and a damn good friend, and it isn’t uncommon for my clients to just drop by or call to see how I’m doing. Be it the retired NYPD detective who called my house (despite not ever having been given my home number) while I was laid up to see if he could swing by and do anything, the older couple that I helped two years ago who came by my hospital room with a huge homecooked meal for my family, or, my personal favorite, the Gypsy King and his wife who not only bring me chocolate and little treats randomly, but send a hell of a lot of business my way.
Continue reading “The Rom Baro and Me: Be Good to Your Clients”
Like we talked about on Monday, I went to Anthrocon last week to be amongst the furries. Having arrived on Friday night with no particular plan in place for how things were going to go, Captain Eyebrows and myself found ourselves plied with booze and top hats, directed around a convention center with rooms that double as airplane hangers, and spoken to at length about things that could be expected to happen over the next two days by staff members who, essentially, control the infrastructure of North America. Then we returned to the hotel late at night to get a little bit of rest for what was surely a full day.
So, I mean, since this is going to be a long one, let’s just get right into it.
Continue reading “A Fully Functioning Furry Fiefdom: Anthrocon, Part 2”
I want to preface this whole thing by explaining something about attorneys in general: we like to think a little experience goes a long way. A lawyer with no experience in a particular area of law, but a willingness to learn it, will take a small case in that area. We’ll do all the research and learning to be barely competent, and going forward we’re confident that we now know that area of law. “Yes,” we’ll confidently tell people that ask us, “I’ve handled those cases before! I know what to expect!”
It was in this spirit that I went to FurtheMore back in April. Everyone had told me Anthrocon was essentially the fucking Super Bowl of furries, and it may be good for me to at least go to a couple exhibition games in advance. So, when FurtheMore made the offer to show a lawyer around their fandom, I accepted and had a great time! So I was confident. I had been to a furry convention. I knew what to expect. I was ready.
…I was not ready.
I was amazingly not-fucking-ready.
Oh my god was I not ready.
I was so not ready that, guys, no shit…I’m gonna have to talk about Anthrocon in two fucking posts this week, with Film Friday (an exploration of lawyers in the media) being my review of Brian Cuban’s new book on addiction and the legal profession.
Which essentially means I’ll be posting about two days of drinking with giant animal people, then spend a day talking about the crippling addiction issues faced by my colleagues.
Continue reading “A Fully Functioning Furry Fiefdom: Anthrocon, Part 1.”