But first two things: Mr President, Jack Bauer, and Santa. (That's 3 things but who's counting?)
I got a really cool personalized holiday card from the President - did you? I love what technology allows us to do. Check it out and make your own to send to a friend.
And now, I have to send a shoutout to my niece, Ms Jenn resident of the West Village in New York City. I have to say kudos to her grace and true "new yorker" sensibility (even though - or perhaps because - she was raised in Connecticut).
Yesterday, she just happened to cross paths with Mr. Kiefer Sutherland (link is clip of him butt-kissing his fanbase at The Con) at her gym, about 5-10 minutes from her residence. And she just said hi back when he said hi. See what I mean about uber coolness? Her gym, his gym.
In general, my niece's aunt is a star struck freak who is also a total klutz. Yes, I'm talking about me. I would have tripped down the stairs, and taken the superhero Jack Bauer actor, down with me like a MAC truck without brakes. And then Kiefer (yes people, it is I before E: K-i-e-f-e-r) would have every reason to headbutt me, and I would probably beg him to do so.
And I suspect this is why there has not been an invitation to be my niece's guest at the gym. Well played, Jenn, well played. Trust me, I wouldn't go in a million years.
Hot chocolate or lunch at a trendy locale, that I can do. The worst that could happen is I accidentally pierce myself with a fork while oogling a celeb. Exercising where celebs might be, not a chance in hell. Insurance doesn't cover the health risks involved to myself and those around me.
If you are a 24
Case in point, I leave you with this