Here's how cool my mom is...
I was talking to my mom last night and got to thinking about Friday's impending horror. Fortunately for me I'm visiting my folks for Thanksgiving (assuming, of course, that horrific United doesn't kick me off my flight to Colorado, which they are rather fond of doing), so whatever the outcome, I'll be surrounded by friendly faces and a comfortable environment. Also, it's much harder to commit suicide in your parents' house. Kidding! Sort of.
Anyway, I was thinking about this and said to my mom, "If it turns out I failed the Bar exam, it's going to be your job to keep me drunk the whole time I'm home so I don't feel the pain." Mom thought about it for a second, and then said, "okay -- or if you passed, it will be my job to keep you drunk so you can celebrate!"
She's already planning which bars we'll go to.
Hehe. Anyone who doesn't understand how I got to be me, just needs to meet my Mom.