Last night I had dinner with my friend--my nutty live in the moment friend and we followed a tour-bus to Wendy's on the chance it contained actual super-stars. It did not. It contained middle aged pasty, doughy white men. I am the opposite of smooth, so when we were ordering sodas, I asked Ashley in a horrible stage whisper--I wonder what the tour bus outside is for. (The only other people inside Wendy's at this time were the middle aged men that came off the bus). I gave them the perfect opportunity to say: well, we are the reason for the bus--at which point Ashley and I were going to commiserate with the pain of fame by claiming to be famous Christmas carolers--kind of like those creepy chicks in the group called "Celtic Woman" of PBS fame.
But, the men did not take the bait. It may have been because I had the giggles, and perhaps also because they saw us following them--we made a sharp turn on 2 wheels across 6 lanes of traffic just to catch up to them and then got right on their bumper. It was totally worth it.

Also, my friend mentioned some law school students were on match.com, so I went home and checked it out--you should too. I totally got the creeps. And--you should also look at the women--there is a fellow law student on there with the initials B.H.

Here's what I found fascinating: everyone I knew lied on their profiles--they all said social drinkers, 1-2 drinks per week. Lie: binge drinker/alcoholics every one of them. And, all of the law students were loud and proud about the fact they were in law school. True it is easier than saying I am a grad student, because it is a little different, but still interesting. And looking at other profiles, the lawyers on there were also very loud and proud about their jobs.

I have more to say about the things I discovered on match.com, but I have to go to therapy now.