I went to USC. I'm fairly certain we have a football team.

I loved, loved, loved everyone's engagement stories. Those were awesome. And sweet. And awesome.

I have to go buy cat food. And I have to figure out dinner for myself. But I have no food in my house, and I have already spent my food budget for the day, since I desperately needed coffee this morning due to the fact that hiccups kept me awake until 2:30 a.m. Dilemma.

OK, Sasha Obama is absolutely adorable.

Michelle Obama is really a good speaker. (And I don't mean that in the racist dog-whistle way of calling a black person "articulate"; I mean that public speaking is not something that comes easily to most people, and she did quite well.)

Obama sprog = totally cute, especially with the "Hi, [whatever] family!"

Barack seemed a little caught off-guard, but then it was also obvious that he wanted to put his best face forward for an unexpected convention appearance. (The idealist in me wants to believe his satellite appearance was unplanned.)

Aw fuck, I almost forgot my totally adorable celebrity sighting tonight: Christo and Jeanne-Claude! They were holding hands while walking down Houston! They are like my favorite romantic real life couple. They met when her French mother was intrigued by his paintings and commissioned a portrait; she was a beautiful french girl in a famous rich military family; he got her pregnant despite the fact that she was honeymooning with a soldier; she left the soldier to the disapproval of her family, and joined her penniless Bohemian artist in his garret, and has been his artistic collaborator ever since. They have reconciled with her family, who assisted in getting the draping of the Pont Neuf. The Maysles docs on them are really fabulous, the crazy couple.

That sounds like the plot of a movie. Actually, it sounds like the plot of a mini-series, with just enough twists and turns that you start sounding a little bit crazy when you're enthusiastically relating it to your friends.

he got her pregnant despite the fact that she was honeymooning with a soldier

He got her pregnant while she was honeymooning with someone else?!? Dude. The story is romantic until you get to that, and then I start thinking about it a little too much and going "Waiiiiiiit, what?? That's gotta suck for someone somewhere a LOT"

At Duke, we just say, "football?"

Heh. Yeah, at Georgetown it was a lot of "Wait, we have a football team?" I mostly only knew because I was in the pep band. And we had to go. There would be like, 50 other students there. I'm not sure who they were. Maybe they were friends of the football players? Roommates? Bribed? Considering we hold basketball games at the MCI Center in downtown DC and not on campus because there's no room...

Hi, Bernardo Family! Aww... The only time I've been proposed to in a non-virtual way I choked on a tortilla chip. Needless to say, we did not get married and broke up shortly after.

meara, heh, I had the same reaction. I'm not so keen on the whole screwing someone else's spouse thing.

See: Seinfeld, Jerry.

Both my undergraduate and graduate schools did not have a football team.

Occasionally UNC's football team has flashes of competence, but by and large Chapel Hill's a basketball town.

My one proposal was from a drunk whose head I was holding out of the toilet. I declined. The whole lack of love life thing does make me feel like a bit of a freak sometimes—who gets to 40 without one serious proposal? But I look at the story upthread about the person whose spouse cheated on their honeymoon (seriously, what an asshole), and find myself feeling a lot better about not even having a near miss, marriage-wise.