I had tequila in the form of margaritas! And then, because I have the highest tolerance/slowest metab of this crew, had to drive us all home and inform my friend she really, really needs to replace her clutch. Mine wasn't even that bad when it gave out on the NY turnpike the 4th of July weekend (and I got the literal last rental car in Buffalo.) You don't even need her clutch to shift gears, which is a short slide to no gears.

The writer later tweeted that his ideal casting for Christian is porn actor James Deen

At first I missed the "is" in that sentence. Or maybe I put it before the "for".

I just had tequila pound cake and I am just happy.

Want.

Happy birthday, Aims!

ita, the Men's 200 results have given me happy tears. I kind of want to call my Aunt and say, "WOO! GO YOUR NATIVE LAND!" or something.

PMM, at work there's another Jamaican woman--my random high school classmate--and I was in her office multiple times squealing and whispering and making hand signals. And my boss passed on congratulations, like...I had anything to do with it. But I'll take what I can get--all of it!

I am always happy when Jamaica wins. I mean, I know I'm irrationally attached to a country I've never been to, but my Aunt's basically the best person ever, and so her love of her homeland kind of rubbed off on me. Plus, tamarind balls. And, hell, sprinting's the only sport I've done competitively (I was crap, but that's not the point--loved it enough to show up). So you wrap all that up in a history making performance plus a sweep, and I'm in soppy tearville.

I'd seen the Old Navy ad with Jason Priestly and Gabrielle Carteris, which made me kind of sad for them, especially JP, but I just saw the one with JP, Jennie Garth, and Luke Perry, and that's just wrong.

I can't believe there's still more fucking running. I don't really have it in me, all this stress.

But our chances at the 4 by 1 are pretty decent. My sister told me Usain had said he was going to compete in the 400--I kinda hope not. Don't dilute the legend, yo.

I haven't seen the Old Navy ads, but I'm enjoying the Target back-to-school ads more than I probably should.

I was just reading up about the beach volleyball, where female competitors are finally allowed to wear more than a fairly skimpy two piece, but the Americans said they were going to keep wearing their bikinis. "It's about the sport, not what you're wearing" "I'm not a sex symbol, I'm an athlete" "If you wear baggier clothing, you get sand everywhere".

How do two of those reasons have any bearing on bikinis being better? As for the third--how in hell do the men manage to compete at an Olympic calibre with such a handicap? I am so impressed with their perseverance in the face of this hardship. I had no idea what they had to surmount, uphill, both ways, with sand in their crotches.

Apparently it's also hard to see the signals flashed behind your butt if half your ass cheeks aren't showing. Another thing the men valiantly struggle past. They're such brave little toasters...

Of course, after all that, the weather was so crap the women had to compete in more than just undies. Poor dears.

Do ER people really have a thing about increased activity during a full moon?

Dunno about ER people, but EMTS, FireFighters, Police and 911 call centers sure do. I think partially self fulfulling prophecy, and partially that the brighter it is outside, the later people stay outside getting drunk and doing dumb things. But yeah, the nights that we dread the most are the dreaded trifecta of 1)weekend night 2)holiday and 3)full moon. The call volume just spikes.