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Hi. Here's what was great about Sunday night's episode of The West Wing: -- C.J.'s hair. -- Danny. Elliot Weston. Whatever. I love him. -- Toby and C.J.'s whole damn scene. -- Toby. Now and forever, Toby. Here's what wasn't so great: -- Any storyline involving Will Bailey and that woman whose name I don't know or care to know who is played by one of the blandest actresses of all time. I love Jeremy and will love him until the day I die, but I don't know much or care about Will Bailey and don't think we need to spend a lot of time on him on the penultimate episode of this show. Come on! Here's what was great about Hustle and Flow: -- The fact that for an entire weekend my boyfriend and I could do little else than make up new versions of "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp." It became "It's Hard Out Here for a ____" and we filled in the blank. Over and over and over. Tell me you've seen this movie and haven't been reduced to the same. I won't believe you. Here's what's great about this damn running program: -- Finishing each workout without dying. -- Setting little timed playlists segmented to match the times of the training segments so I can try to run outside without watching the damn treadmill clock the entire time. -- Hearing from my old friend Caoimhe about how she did it and survived. -- Having songs like this to save me from collapse: I Get Along by the Libertines and Dirty Pop by Nsync and I am not even ashamed. Here's what was great about the festival this past weekend: -- Watching just a few moments of the music in the gospel tent. I love gospel music. It's true. I do. -- Having to laugh on the inside when my boyfriend called my new bermuda shorts "very castaway." -- Getting freebies in a VIP tent. -- Eating crawfish monica, crawfish strudel, and banana bread pudding. -- Watching this band and hearing them play Oh When The Saints Go Marching In with such exuberance. Feeling the crowd around us respond with such joy, waving umbrellas and chairs in the air. Sitting there in tears, completely overcome by the beauty of the music and of the moment, thinking about standing in a field where five feet of water once stood not that many months ago while surrounded by thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people who just wanted to come out and shake their booties and sit in the sun and the rain and get their faces painted and watch their kids play in the mud and hold babies kids on their shoulders (the way little, teeny tiny little babies somehow know how and love to dance kills me dead) and eat amazing food just like the proverbial good old days and hold onto each other and sing along.
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