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.

Ugh. Football.

I'm visiting my parents in the town in which I grew up which could be the Non-Texan Friday Night Lights. This was exacerbated by the fact that the house is across the street from the high school itself.

Driving in to town there are big signs that announce that the high school was the 1994 Football State Champions. Really? I mean, really? Who cares?!

It's even sadder when the signs talk about being, like, 1978 state champions. There should be an expiration date.

That's like restaurants that keep up the sign that says they were Best of Whereever in 1985.