For some crazy reason, I signed up for another half-marathon. I'm nuts, right? Well, the PF Chang's people sent me a coupon for $15 off the San Jose half-marathon on Oct. 8. So, yes, my 'ooh, what a deal' bargain hunter side came forth. I guess also, I want to repeat it in San Jose, my 'hood. The Phoenix one was so anti-climatic as I saw nobody I knew after. Any way, wish me luck. I have no idea how I'll train here. In Phoenix. In the summer. Yikes! What have I done?!
Work is going fine. I can't go into too much detail about what stories I'm pursuing. I can say that all "American Idol" stuff falls to me. I'm really starting to hate that show. J/K. Well, sort of. Last week, we were caught up in the "scandal" that one of the Arizona-based contestants used to be a stripper in a gay bar/club called Dick's Cabaret. Funny enough, the place used to be down the street from the homeless shelter I volunteer at. So, my boss was like "How do you know where this place used to be?" Everyone thought the homeless shelter was just a ploy to hide the fact that I secretly frequent gay strip clubs. The whole urgency of this thing was ridiculous. At one point, I was on the phone with one of our photographers trying to help him figure out where the place was. Later on in the day, I was looking at AP's photo Web site where photos go to once they've been captioned. Stupid me said really loud without thinking, "Oh, a photo of Dick's just moved."