There is always next year . . . and escorts

The previous law prom debacle inspired this year's intrepid two-date endeavor. As cool as that sounds and as high as my initial hopes, somewhere between roulette and blackjack, I soberly watched my dreams go into a tail spin.

Not understanding where I went wrong, I used my substantial alone time last night to run t-tests and watch CSI. Turns out -scientifically speaking- law proms are more fun without your girlfriend.