Boom! and also Bang! and also Bill! oh, and, Barack!

I don't really give a shit about Guy Fawkes day.
I like the story about the guys and the dynamite.
But, fireworks, meh.
Not crazy about them.

Except, that every year, on about November the 4th, right up until 8pm on November the 5th, I start to feel some kind of horrible obligation towards them... Like, if I don't pay attention to them, somehow they will be gone forever. My apathy will get them banned.

So last night, all high and mighty and excited about my boyfriend, Barack, getting himself a nice big new house, I ummed and ahhed about heading up to one of the parties I'd been invited to so I could get a nice little Fizz! Pop! Purple! Green! buzz going on.

Know what I did instead?

Here's what I did instead:

I ate WAY too much dinner;
And: I watched Ghostbusters;
And: It was pretty sweet.

*punctuation overload*

Bill Murray is awesome, isn't he?
"I find her interesting because she's my client and because she sleeps above the covers. Four feet above the covers"
Egon Spengler is pretty wild. AND he gets the girl. Well, a girl. But that girl is Annie Potts. Annie Potts is a righteous babe.
Dan Akroyd is a'ight too I spose. Ok, he's great.
Oh, and Winston is fly as. He's seen things that would turn you white.

I am very pleased that homeboy is the new prez. He's amazing. And not unhot.