(I’m sorry, but every time I see this movie poster, I think about the runaway boob in “Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex.”)
I mean, you know, just speaking of the Super Bowl.
And so it hath begun. The dailies have their own gossip blogs, but I prefer the Detroit Yes celebrity sighting thread. And I wonder what the Freep will do when they find this in their reader-participation celebrity-sighting thread:
I met one of my fans, Candy that I used to bone back in the day and she was so so nice.
Quick, someone call Deborah Howell.
For the record, I drove through the city on 94 again today — another hop to Ann Arbor and back — and it was still clean, still amazingly pleasant and the route lined with happy billboards welcoming all to Grittyville. While I doubt there’ll be any celebrity sightings out this way, if there are, I’ll keep you posted.