Tonight I met Johan Santana. Good LORD, what a dreamy man!

If you know anything about me, you know how attracted I am to baseball players. I always wondered if I'd be attracted to baseball players out of uniform. I am! I told Darren to ask Johan if he wanted to sleep with his girlfriend (that's me). Johan's dad was there so he refrained.

It turns out there are quite a few big names, including big-name athletes, that stay at my hotel. Darren has been pointing out football players to me and telling me to commit their faces to memory in case I see them. I told him I'd never realize it if I walked past someone famous. Today I waslked past Johan Santana without a second look. Good thing Darren was there to point out The Man. I've had the President of the United States AND a Cy Young winner smile at me. I can die happy now.

Also, I saw Kirstie Alley at Target on Friday. It's weird how famous people are in big cities.

On Saturday, I went up north, got drunk at the shack and licked the salt block for the sake of photography. Twice.

And that's what's new with me. Pardon the choppiness. Someday I'll get better at this writing thing; however, right now I'm too smitten to string together coherent thoughts.