About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

OTHER LINKS

Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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ARCHIVES

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Screaming Bean
Monday, August 16, 2004

I'm back! No worse for wear, ready for the last week of freedom. While the meeting itself was not anything to truly write home about, I have to pass on this little tale. The meeting, while business related, had a dress code of 'business casual.' A nice pair of slacks and a shirt, nothing terribly dressy. One person who sat down in front me decided that this meant ultra low rise jeans and a knit stretch top. Another of her cohorts thought it meant jeans and a tank top. The chairs in the room had gap between the back of the chair and the seat. This means your ass hangs out. Short shirt, ultra low rises...not only do I get an eyeful of thong, I get an eyeful of thong and butt cleavage. Oh and girls, if you're going to wear a black mesh thong, please remove the white size tag on it...it forms an arrow pointing at your ass crack. So I and the rest of the people in my row decide to try not to look down too often. Time passes. She leaves the room. She returns....sans thong. I point this out to the person to my left. Hilarity ensues. I suppose this was more interesting than the meeting, but still...we want to know where the thong went.