~ crit racers have nice butts ... and other poingant observations ~

For some time, I have become simply DISGUSTED by the state of celebrity news. Why is it, that everytime I pick up a celebrity magazine, or browse to one of my favorite gossip sites, that staring up at me is some ugly mug shot of a formerly-amuzing celebrity? What has happened to the world? I fondly remember the good old days when celebrities teetered around in hiddeous outfits and friendships were shattered by disloyal sex affairs. THOSE WERE THE DAYS! Now, they're all drinking and driving with cocaine matted to their nostrils, and their dramatic arrests and mug shots remind me more of a terrible episode of CSI than of the magical world of celebrities wearing atrocious outfits on the red carpet. It's all become so TACKY!

Speaking of celebrities, this weekend I had the opportunity to see one of the best Criterium racers in the country win the local Twilight Criterium. Josh and I gathered with thousands of other spectators to watch the Pro Men race around Downtown during sunset. We were smarter than in years past, deciding to just watch the Men's Pro race. I would have loved to see the Women's Pro race, but as the races are over an hour in length (maybe close to an hour and a half) and all except for the Men's Pro race happen during the hottest time of day, and considering that I am not the hugest spectator of sports, it seemed best to attend the race that would be both the most pleasant and the most exciting to watch. After the race, while the top three dudes were on the podium getting flowers and money, I observed that they had nice bottoms. Josh remarked that Crit racing is good for one's butt. Indeed...

In other news, some of my more recent amusement has come from the more devoted Harry Potter fans. Don't get me wrong, I am a huge fan of the Harry P., but wow. On Friday, Josh and I took advantage of the free movie tickets that I had been awarded for some good deeds and we went to view Movie Number Five, which I liked much more than I was expecting to. After the film, Josh and I were sufficiently Harry-enthused, that we decided to stay up past our bedtimes and go out to the large bookstore for the midnight release party of the book. Wow...I wouldn't really call that decision a "mistake" per se, but it proved to have little point. When we arrived, we had to place the vehicle some parking lots away from the bookstore and, by the time that we walked to the party, we discovered hundreds and hundres and millions and billions of people in long long lines. The bookstore was overflowing its capacity and they were handing out wrist bands that had some kind of sequential meaning. I decided that my fanship was not great enough to incline me to wait in line for hours, in what might be a futile attempt at getting a possibly-sold out book. So, we waited long enough to see the first people buy their books, and we left. I got the book the next day with no hassle.

hiccup.

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