Mulrooney trial starts today. Hopefully it'll be short and sweet.

The weekend was exhausting, but very productive. I forgot how much there is to do when you're first chair, even when the case is an easy one.

Between work and getting settled in to married life, I can't remember when I last saw my sisters. I definitely need to give them both a call.

The Mulrooney case is shaping up - we have strong evidence - but he's determined to make it hell every step of the way. Honestly, I'm looking forward to seeing him in court - I'd love to make him squirm on cross-examination.

( Private )

Yankees won the World Series. I was there. Well, still there, actually. The BlackBerry - it's a beautiful thing.

...I'm just happy that Michael is so happy. So, so, so happy.

[Note: This is set for Monday evening, after events from 20x04 "Reality Bites" - specifically, after Connie is approached by Artie Kramer about appearing on "Larry Plus Ten" and is subsequently told by Jack (and more indirectly, Michael) that she has to appear on the show in order to get the information the DA's Office needs to secure their case. Dialog in italics are direct quotes from the show.]

Monday evening, October 26.

"Why don't you go on camera?" Connie raised her brows at Michael.
"Well, he didn't ask me." Michael's retort was too amused.
She shot him a glare and he went quiet.

Later, when Jack went back to his own office, Michael tried to reassure her. "It won't be that bad," he said.

"You're not the one whose face is going to be plastered on millions of TV screens," Connie glared again. "And we still don't know that it won't come back to bite us in the ass."

"That's true," Michael said. "Our job does require us to do unpleasant things from time to time."

Connie put up a hand. "I'm doing it, aren't I?" She paused. "I went to school with Artie Kramer - I didn't trust him then and I don't trust him now. Let me be clear on that."
"All right," Michael said. He looked back down at the work he was going over. "I've still got a lot to do - some Executive Council stuff to catch up on from when we were gone..."
Normally, she might have offered to stay or found an excuse to wait around for him. "I'll see you at home, then." Connie grabbed her briefcase.
Michael glanced up and gave her a smile.
Despite her mood, she gave him a quick smile back before leaving his office.

Once she was out the door, Connie looked through her BlackBerry address book. After a moment, she dialed Alex Eames.

New case going to trial next week - Larry Johnson, lately of the reality show "Larry Plus Ten." More like, Larry plus greed equals murder. ...I have got to stop hanging around the guys from Homicide so much. My jokes are getting cheesier.

It also turns out that the reality show producer, Artie Kramer, is this jerk I went to college with. He's decided not to make anything easy for us.

I have a feeling this is going to be a stay-late-at-the-office weekend. Ah, wedded bliss. At least we'll be there together...

Back to reality...

[Sent to the phones of Alex Eames & Casey Novak]

It's a text message, with an attachment.
Text: See you soon!
Attachment: Eiffel.jpg - a picture of Connie and Michael in front of the Eiffel Tower, looking all happy and newlywed.

[ Feel free to have your characters join in the fun! <3 ]

Saturday evening, October 3rd.

The reception was held at the Long Island farmhouse of Joan and George Cutter. In the back, there were two white tents set up close to each other, lanterns and strings of white lights providing illumination as the sun set.

There were round tables with place cards denoting where each guest should sit. The entire reception area was decorated in green-and-champagne colors. Cherry blossoms highlighted the floral arrangements, which, along with candles, were the centerpieces. Small stained glass kaleidoscopes, with attached cards denoting Connie and Michael’s names and the date of the wedding, were the favors. There was an area for the DJ and dancing, along with a table where the cake was and a bar.

One people had mostly arrived, the bridal party made their entrance with Connie and Michael being introduced as “Mr. and Mrs. Cutter” for the first time. Dinner was served and following that were the traditional toasts. While Cori, as the maid of honor, highlighted some sisterly bonding moments from the Rubirosa girls’ childhood, Sam’s best man toast was bawdier, earning him several dinner rolls thrown at him from the directions of Michael, their father, George and Connie’s mother, Dolores. After dinner was the cake cutting, and then the couple’s first dance.

As Connie and Michael danced to “Unforgettable,” they seemed unaware of their guests, wrapped up in smiling and whispering to each other as they moved across the floor. When the song ended, the dance floor was opened up to whoever wanted to dance. In addition, people mingled about, talking with each other and making sure to see the bride and groom.

While Michael talked with his father and uncle, Connie (having politely listened to baseball talk for a bit) grabbed a glass of champagne and tapped her foot to the song playing. She glanced around, excited that the fun, relaxed part of the wedding was finally here (much as she’d cherished the ceremony).

[Reception post/thread will follow this shortly!]

Saturday afternoon, October 3rd.

The Sunday school room at the Sacred Heart Church in Queens was crowded with women. In the center of them all was Connie, who was standing still as her youngest sister and maid of honor, Cori, pinned her veil into place.

“You look perfect,” their other sister, middle child Ileana, said as she stood nearby, wearing the same sage green bridesmaid dress that Cori wore.

Connie grinned. “Thanks. You look really good for staying out till, what was it, 5AM, when you texted me to see where I was?”

“I still can’t believe you were the party pooper at your own bachelorette party,” Ileana shook her head.

“Is Rob alive, by the way?” Connie asked.
Ileana snorted. “He’s in the back of the church—nothing personal—with his sunglasses on. He may or may not sleep through the ceremony.”
Connie rolled her eyes, but wasn’t surprised. “Great.”

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I guess it would be pretty unprofessional to call in sick the rest of the week to get ready for the wedding...

*sigh*

At least I got approved to have Friday off, months ago.

Oh, and I met with one of the new ADAs the other day, Jeff Bennett. Casey, you'll be happy to know that he seems very competent. *smirk*

Labor Day weekend was really restful...and so of course, this week's workload kicked my ass. At least, that's what it feels like. At least it's over...until Monday.

I'm still excited for the wedding, but the honeymoon/vacation part couldn't come any sooner...I definitely need a break.

Stuck behind a pile of paperwork all day.

Visitors welcome.



OOC: That is, if anyone has reason to be at Hogan Place, or would like to have their character meet Connie for lunch or anything, feel free!

OOC: Backdated because of vacation busyness! Ficced from original log-form.

Monday, August 3.

After Alex and Ellie disappeared down the hallway, Connie closed the apartment door and went back inside. ( Click to read more! )

Saturday, August 1, 2009.

“One more shop,” Ileana said, prodding Connie down the street as they walked toward yet another boutique.

“Do I have to?” Connie whined, sounding less like an assistant district attorney and more like a five year old. ( Read More... )