Happy Hour is for Amateurs

So I just finished a book called "Happy Hour is for Amateurs," by an anonymous author who goes by "The Philadelphia Lawyer".  I initially picked it up in what I will be referring to as the Snark Section in Borders on Broad Street as a possible gift idea because of the title and cover art, but after reading a couple chapters at a coffee shop while waiting to meet up with someone, I had to go back and buy another copy because I knew I'd be keeping the book.  The basic premise is that the book is the memoir of someone who went to law school and worked as a litigator in Philly for a decade.  It is safe to say that he did not actually enjoy being in law, but the book basically traces 10 years of wild nights, crappy work, and the reasons why he eventually left the practice.  As someone who wants to go to law school and go into law, I wouldn't say that I was completely turned off from law, but I do have a better idea of what parts about the job can suck and what things to look for.  It's also definitely an explicit book, but as long as drugs and sex don't particularly bother you, it's an entertaining read.  If you want an idea of the guy's writing style, he also keeps a blog, which actually predates the book.  It's a pretty good musing on the merits of doing a job you love as opposed to a job that pays to let you do things you love. 


Anyhow, I was entertained, so figured I'd write something up.  I'm not exactly a book critic, but eh.