Some randoms

I was so filled with road rage this morning that not even listening to "Ditty" by Paperboy could lift me out of it. That is a dark, dark place, my friend.

Did you guys watch "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" on Monday? It's glorious. I absolutely loved it. And that's only the first episode which is always awkward because they have to set everything up. All I know is that I love Matthew Perry, and he was awesome in this so bring it on.

Tomorrow is the greatest day of all time. Do you know why? Both The Office and Grey's Anatomy start back up. On the same night. One right after the other. Holy crap. It's way too much for me to handle. We are going to Scott's house to watch it on his giant movie theater type screen in the basement. We'll be sitting on what I call the make out couch because seriously when his boys become teenagers they will totally take their girlfriends down there to make out. When Scott redid his basement I was like, "You realize you just built what is essentially going to be a sex room for your teenage boys, right?" Anyway, we are going over there to eat Scott's food and watch The Office, but Danielle and I convinced him to let us also watch Grey's Anatomy. Scott told me that if he ends up liking Grey's because of this, we are no longer friends. We'll see about that. I think once he's hooked into the McDreamy-Meredith-Chris O'Donnell love triangle he'll be singing a different tune. Also Izzie is really hot. OMG 1 more day, you guys!! I am so effing excited. And if I know you guys like I think I do, you guys are excited, too. Set your DVR/Tivo.

This past Saturday Steph went to a fundraiser for a democratic candidate. She cited reasons like "to support our party" and "to hear him speak", but the real reason she went was because Bill Clinton was going to be there. She said she was going to dress up like Monica Lewinsky and ask him to sign her boobs. All of us laughed because clearly there were going to be like a thousand people at this thing, and there was no way in hell she would even get close to him. Here are the text messages and emails we received over the next few days (I edited a couple of them to be easier to read):

9/16/06 2:22PM - Shook his hand. Touched Bill.

9/16/06 2:25PM - Shaking. Seriously. Still.

9/17/06 10:06AM - My right hand touched Bill. Seriously. It did.

9/17/06 11:21AM - Mom brilliant! told me to plaster of paris hand before I shower so I can save the remaining magic touch always [editor's note: I'm not sure what 'plaster of paris hand' means but I get the gist-her mom told her to plaster the hand before she showers]

9/17/06 7:53PM - My family revoked my phone privileges because of all the Bill calls. I am not to call again for 3 days.

9/18/06 8:41AM - Did I tell you guys that I shook Bill Clinton's hand on Saturday?

9/18/06 11:50AM - Ok, now work has put restrictions on me…I'm no longer permitted to talk about my weekend and Bill's handshake. Geesh, you think people would be more patriotic.

So basically in a matter of a couple days Steph shook her hero's hand and managed to push away her family and coworkers to the point where she was literally not allowed to talk to them. You had a busy weekend, Steph. I am really happy you got to shake Bill's hand, but please tell me you've showered since then.