Easter Egg

Last night, E and I went to Italian food with friends and talked about VERY LITTLE relating to law school. Unfortunately, I did slip with some kill-the-conversation tax tidbits, but I'm not as far gone as I feared. I can still pretend to be normal. The bad news is that my Italian is quite terrible these days from lack of use. The good news is that I can't discuss tax in Italian.

R told us all about BMW's M3 Easter Egg. I'm not sure how I feel about an easter egg in a car. What's next? Planes?