Court day today

One of the things I really like about my court days is that no one in court knows who the @#$! I am and what the @#$)(*! I'm doing there. I just show up in my little court suit, watch the DME testify, and then scoot out the door with him at the end of the whole thing. I like being the mysterious woman from nowhere. For a nerd with a microscope, that's pretty much the most I can hope for. I mean, look, I come home to an apartment full of cats and my boyfriend of a bazillion years to sit down to an evening of Trader Joe's salad and netflix-- glamour I don't have.

It reminds me of one of our professors. She was described by my stylish gay friend as a Monet (beautiful from far away but kind of strange-looking close up...) but believe me the far away manifestation was all Rita Hayworth: leggy brunette with a wide, Earthy smile that promised wild, worldly indescretion. She's moved on to other medical centers-- hobbies like hers are not conducive to successful office politics and, besides, people don't take you seriously when your nickname is "legs"-- but I used to love living vicariously through her: the time she wanted to bring one of the med students from her study group (whom she was dating) to the office Christmas party (hosted by our department chair, whom she was also dating)... the time she got caught in the frozen section room all tangled up in a (married) surgeon...

While a part of me would also like to be legendary, sitting at the edge of the gallery for no apparent reason and leaving suddenly in the middle of a murder trial is as close as I'll ever get.