Ok- I can't believe how happy I am that TOmKat are getting a divorce. I really shouldn't that mean, but I felt like Katie Holmes was brainwashed or something.

I buy all of my swimsuits from Land's End these days. This the one I bought this year (with a plain short swim skirt): [link]

TomKat are getting a divorce

The contract must be up!

The contract must be up!

Five is a nice round number...

5 years and out!

I went to the bagel place and was told they saw a funnel cloud when the storm that went through town hit.

No sirens.

Wow.

We just caught the northern edge of the storm here in Highland Park, so we just had plain old rain.

It came through really quickly. And it is still rainy here but not a big t- storm or anything.

I really want a NYC diner turkey cheeseburger deluxe. fucking Texas. or chicken gyro platter. man, that would be an awesome lunch. maybe I will just go shop at Central Market instead and at least get park of my weekend errands taken care of.

Yay Katie Holmes!!

I desperately hope that rain makes it southwards. Everything here is crispy. That said, if there's a chance to send it to CO, I'd rather see it go there. No fires here. Yet. I'm more than half-expecting a lot of places to cancel fireworks this year unless we get a fuckton of rain between now and Wednesday.

I want a Philly cheese steak. I've never actually had one of those from anywhere but Philly (and Geno's to be specific), and I'm scared to try.

There's supposed to be a two-restaurant rivalry, right? Does anyone have an opinion on whether Geno wins the crown? Or is it irrelevant (because San Jose has a much better sandwich than either, to pick a random reason)?

My Geno's count is two. I went to Philly in 2002 for NBA Allstar weekend with Deb Grabien's daughter. We started out Friday evening by wandering around town, and we got into a limo with a bunch of guys that seemed promising. Uh, because, you know--sense. We drove along for a while, boozing and shooting the shit, and then we decided--hunger. Geno's was picked without debate, and we drove over there. HUGE line. End-of-the-block long. So all the guys get out to get in line and buy us all food.

Jo and I are chilling in the limo, but then Jo gets impatient. She bounces out, and is back in five with her sandwich and mine. She had walked to the front of the line and asked if she could cut in. The guy 2nd in line said "Sure, if you let me see your toes." Never mind February in Philly, Jo's no idiot, so she takes off her boot.

"Can I touch them?"

"NO."

"Okay."

And she went straight to the counter and bought our food. Guys were pretty disappointed when they came back from their gallant task, and we were daintily wiping grease off our faces.

Next night, I ask the NSYNC guy for a ride home for me and my friend, and he complies. We drop Jo off and he's looking at me with the oh-so-sexy Now What? look, and I tell him I'm hungry and I will only eat Geno's.

So we drive over there, and his bodyguard gets out and goes to cut to the front of the line. The owner sends him back saying he needs to see Chris in person before giving us free food.

Chris gets out of the van, and I'm still sitting there. Come on! he urges me to follow. Oh, okay. No room service.

We get in, and the owner is plotzing. Apparently Timberlake and Britney had been in the day before, so this was now The Official NSYNC Cheesesteak. Chris signs some stuff, and the owner asks if we want T-shirts. I'm like "Hells, yeah!"

"What size?" asks the owner.

"Small," I tell him.

Chris gives me a look, gives my boobs a look, and then back up. "Medium," he says.

I got a medium. It's all good. And the sandwich? Still delicious.