I spent last evening bartending the grand opening of a new, fabulous place in my city that’s owned by former supervisors of mine when I was toiling full-time behind the bar. They called me last minute and I was more than happy to oblige because I love these people and I knew that the crowd would be my style. Well-heeled, well behaved, and ready to spend. Well, the former two are my style because I still have my almost-Imelda-Marcos shoe collection and I behave in public, but the last is in question since Lawyer’s fees are now exceeding those of building the Space Shuttle.
It was insanely busy last evening and, indeed, the crowd met my expectations, replete with entrepreneurs, old money, and the financial geniuses that have navigated their way through this market successfully. And Lawyer. I knew he was coming, but I didn’t know what was coming.
He pulled me to the side of the bar and said, “Almost, I know you’re busy, but let me just say this quickly. Of course, you know we haven’t received a response to our settlement offer from Ex’s attorney, except that he asked me to have you ready for a deposition on Friday. Can you get free Friday afternoon?”
So I downed a bottle of prosecco right out of the neck. OK, no, I didn’t, but I wanted to do just that.
My Dad has spoken of depositions for years but I suppose I just never thought I’d be the subject of one. Quite frankly, I’m more panicked than the Fed in the January market crash before they discovered Jerome Kerviel’s (of France’s Societe Generale Bank) contribution to the market meltdown.
Speaking of meltdowns, I’m actively trying to prevent my own. I will be thrilled to be finally divorced, but at this point, I feel like a figure at Madam Tussaud’s during a five-alarm fire. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is all worth it and I'll still be doing naked backflips down the equivalent of Madison Avenue in my city when all is said and done, but who knew I’d be more scared of trial than Britney Spears facing the notion of 14 days without In ‘N Out Burger? (Which, by the way, is my theory on why she busted out of the psychiatric facility.)
P.S. Just received a phone call from Lawyer and he received a response. He said he read the first line and put it down in disgust. He'll be calling me later tonight, so more to come soon.....
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6 comments:
don't fret pet.
The truth (and granny porn) are on your side.
OK, I just spit green tea out of my nose laughing! Thank you, love. :)
Yes, truth, justice, and the blogging community is *clearly* behind you, and thus you have nothing to worry about!
Breathe, breathe, breathe! More green tea. I think Valium is one of the best emergency products ever. You are incredibly articulate and so composed, you will be fine! But of course you're nervous! Want me to ask spouse-to-be if he'd have time to chat with you about what to expect and see if he can help you be less nervous? I know you have a great lawyer who is probably already doing this, but let me know and I'll ask him.
Sarah, thank you! You SO rock and you really made me feel better!
Lis, um, have some Valium to send me? LOL! Looks like I'll have to visit Plastic Surgeon tomorrow and beg for some. And thank you millions of times over for the offer of talking to your soon-to-be-hubby, but I just got off the phone with Lawyer and I think we have it covered. More to come tomorrow because things are looking VERY ugly, but he's on it. Love you! (And I'm so glad you're feeling better!)
Yes, definitely get your hands on some. I know Lawyer will have you perfectly prepped and you will be fine. Love you, too! Biggest hugs to you.
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