I am getting together with six of my law school friends for manis and pedis today in preparation for ms. e’s (soon to be mrs. f) wedding tomorrow. It’s this kind of indulgence– on a weekday, no less!– that reminds me that the post-bar life is truly the high life.

(And, being the glass half-empty person that I am), it reminds me of how hard it will be for all of us to get together like this in little more than a month. All of us are biglaw bound. Interestingly, none of us are going to the same firm, even though all but one of us will be staying local. (We’ll miss you, KHC!)

Last summer, when we were living the never-to-be-known-again echelon of the high life as summer associates, we got together rarely. Between our packed summer weekends and evening social engagements with our firms, it was hard making something work. When Big Mo and I scheduled a lunch-date last summer, the earliest day free for both of us was a month out.

In a month, we’ll be just as busy, but we’ll have traded booze cruises for blackberries and casino nights for all-nighters. I know that we’ll all continue to get together, but I also know how hard it is going to be.