Puke.
Sounds like an excuse for every asshat in town to sneak out from under their suburban protective services to (OMG!) get a photo with somebody SO FAMOUS! Please. I’ll be in bed doing word puzzle fill-ins or Mad Libs. Sounds so much more enjoyable.
In other news, The Sopranos finale. Ahem. Probably the best hour of television I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never sat on the edge of my couch so completely entranced by the tube, with bated breath for ten minutes, and intently trying to determine WHAT might happen next — simply. amazing. Oh, and no thanks to Journey for torturing me for almost 5 of those minutes with “Don’t Stop Believing.” (Bad, bad… BAD). Right, so bad that I put in their greatest hits CD during rush hour Monday morning. Don’t blame me for the pathetic-ness of it… or I’m telling Tony.
