Obsession...It's Not Just a Cologne

Back in 1984, a little movie called Ghostbusters came out, and my Bill Murray obsession was born.  I'm sure there are some daddy issues wrapped up in it, since my dad died from cancer that year, but it's 28 years later, and my feelings still hold true.  It's a quirky crush, I admit, but you can't tell me that Bill Murray isn't one of the most amazing people on the planet.  Every fucking word in this sentence is a different link to his awesomeness, and I suggest you read them all. The last one is a link to a new coloring book that I must have (hint hint Kathleen).

Anywho, I knew that he had a home in Charleston and is co-owner of their baseball team, so I thought about dragging the hubs around for an obsession-fueled stalking adventure when we go to the beach next month.  I was Googling some things to prepare for our journey, and I discovered that the baseball team hosts an annual "get your fat ass kids off their fat asses" celebrity softball tournament, which is being held the Saturday before we go to the beach.  Luckily, Charleston is only an hour and a half away, so I am not opposed to making back to back trips to the coast in the hopes that my soul mate may be there, and I will possibly be able to capture him in a photograph, or better yet, have him take one with me.  I've purchased tickets for the whole fam under the guise that I'm bringing my kids to get them off their asses, but I will ditch those little punks in a minute if Bill Murray even coughs in my direction.  I'm sure with my luck he won't even be there, but $16 a ticket was a price I was willing to pay in the off chance that he will show.  He did last year.

Since this event is a little over 3 weeks away, I am definitely on crunch time to look the best I can.  So, I have stopped eating immediately and will resume again on August 5th.  I will subsist on water, dust, and air, and maybe have a little granola bar or something that morning, so I don't pass out with all the excitement.  And, who knows, maybe I'll end up with my own drunk karaoke dishwashing story to tell at cocktail parties.