Caffeine addiction, movie reviews, & the Tour de France

There is a Starbucks in the Student Union, conveniently located right next to the building I work in. I started working here exactly 13 days ago (I'm not counting weekends), and guess how many lattes I've had since then? You are so smart--that's right, 13. This could become a problem.

For those of you who have commented about my lack of pictures and other whistles and bells on this thing, I swear I'll get to it. Right now, I'm just trying to get in the habit of posting, adjust to my new job, and carry out my house/pet-sitting duties. Once I actually move into my new apt. and start using my own computer again, I promise I'll be better at all the fun extras.

I spent the weekend with my boyfriend at his brother's house in Williamsburg (who knew there was more to that place than the colonial village?), which was all well and good. The highlight though, hands down, was seeing Wedding Crashers. Honestly, it's been years since I've laughed that hard at a movie. At one point (the dinner table scene, for those of you who have seen it and know what I'm talking about), I thought I might pee my pants. I'll warn you, it's rated R for a reason, but oh so good. I've also decided Rachel McAdams (she's in the movie--she was also in Mean Girls and The Notebook) is seriously gorgeous as a brunette. She should never ever go back to blonde.

I also made a point to watch the end of the Tour de France on Sunday. I'll admit it, I've been caught up in the Lance Armstrong craze. I'm a little more subdued, this year. Last year I watched it religiously, and made of point of not reading or listening to any of the results until it was on OLN in the evening so I could jump up off of my couch to cheer him on. But that was when we weren't sure he'd be able to wrap up a 6th victory. This year, I did more 'checking in' just to make sure he was in the lead. I love his kind of story (as does the rest of the world, I know).
I was disappointed when I saw an article that interviewed a Spanish cyclist (whose name I can't remember) on Monday. He spent the entire article urging people not to call Lance Armstrong the greatest cyclist of all-time. He kept pointing out that eventually someone will beat Lance's record, and sure, they probably will, but come on! Wtf? Let the man have his glory right now. I don't think there's a dispute that he's the greatest of all-time up until now, is there? Of course someone will eventually beat his record--that's how it works! It just gets my panties in a twist when people feel the need to rain on someone's hard-earned parade. I'll admit, I wouldn't have the maturity or the grace not to be a smart-ass if I were in that position. If I could win the Tour de France seven freakin' times in a row, I'll call myself the greatest cyclist of all time, thank you very much.