Before I begin this blog post, I’d like to take a moment to wish our great country a very happy birthday. 240 has never looked so good. Now, on to business…

This past Thursday, the Corporate and Tax Group hosted an event for our summer class. Following cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at Brava!, our group was treated to Summer Shorts Theater at the Adrienne Arsht Center in downtown Miami for a performance that is not likely to be forgotten any time soon. However, the show’s memorability stems less from the actual actors’ performances than the reactions of some of my fellow summer associates.

After fervently discussing her penchant for Olympic weightlifting, Claudia proceeded to demonstrate proper clean-and-jerk techniques to Jared Spector during the pre-show reception. While not a member of the Corporate and Tax Group himself, Jared was in attendance of his own accord due to his oddly specific passion for semi-professional live performances of ten minutes or less. Jenny must have similar preferences; she was adamant that, prior to the show, she personally shake the hand of not only every actor and actress but also the entire production staff regardless of how busy each person was.

Above: Jared Spector.
Above: Jared Spector.

While the majority of the shorts were comedic, a particularly emotional on-stage interaction between a disgruntled old man and an emergency medical technician caused Elise to burst into tears. Thankfully she was able to retain her composure after stepping outside for a few brief minutes. After the show ended, Frankie – seated front and center – took a very awkward 45 seconds or so to realize he was the only audience member giving a standing ovation. His enthusiastic but lonely support was arguably the highlight of the show.

I would be remiss if I didn’t also mention Friday’s lunch, in which David Resnick introduced us to the well-hidden yet best sushi restaurant in all of South Florida. Thankfully we arrived early; the line at this little hole in the wall was out the door no less than fifteen minutes into our meal. While I believe the sushi was the best I’ve ever had in my life, I’ve been sworn to secrecy regarding the place’s name and location for fear of worsening the already protracted (yet well worthwhile) waiting time.