Boy, I’ve gotten pretty bad about posting, eh? Well, let’s see. George left Friday. I was sad. Saw Harry Potter after I took him to the airport. Was scary, had to cover my eyes at parts. Then went to pub, got pretty drunk. Some guy from Baaaaaahhhhhston and I had a “deep” conversation about our love lives (in the way that only really drunk people can do) and he said, “thaaat Geaaaaaaaahhhhhge is a laaaahhhhcky guy” (that’s supposed to be a thick Boston accent) and said he’d snap me up if he weren’t around. Heh heh. Well, flattering, even if alcohol-fueled.

So then I worked six days in a row, nothing really exciting happened. Oh okay, except last night I met Peter Jennings! Woo hoo! He came to the store to do a signing, and before he did the whole public thing, he sat in the break room and signed his books for the employees first.) That man has the most incredible voice. I mean, of course it’s distinctive, if you’ve been watching him on the news since you were little, as most of us have, hearing it in person is so strange, so amazing, so cool. Hard to explain, but I just wanted to stand around the break room and hear him chit-chat to the store managers, anything just to hear him talk. But didn’t want to be branded a weirdo.

And Kristina passed the bar! Yay!