...Unless you're The Killers apparently, 'cause their new B-sides album is daaaamnnn gooood. Including what could have been a sacrilegious cover of Joy Division's song Shadowplay.
How many mothers bring their daughters to go see movies like Eastern Promises? I'd be more traumatized if I hadn't already watched movies like Trainspotting and Fight Club avec La Mere. And of course I was also more prepared than poor Dodie, so as soon as they entered the steam baths, I immediately started cringing in anticipation.
Kiefer was in town and I missed him! Sigh. The boy and I almost went to go hang out in Georgetown but then decided to go hiking along the Potomac instead. The only celeb I saw yesterday was Patrick Ewing. (He was in line before me at the gym. So enormously tall! He looked ridiculously oversized on the stairmaster.)