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Yesterday was my 20th birthday, and I’ll admit that, as excited as I was to be spending my birthday in D.C., I was a little depressed that I wouldn’t be around my family or friends from school. To my surprise, this turned out to be…

Rather than broach one subject this week, I thought it would be interesting to take some short looks at a bunch of things that happened in sports over the last week or so.

As I’ve met people in D.C., I’ve made a point of asking them where their favorite places are to visit; I want to make sure that I experience the “true” D.C., whatever that is. Out of all the people that I’ve asked, only one person said the National Gallery of Art and only one person suggested the FDR memorial. In fact, many of the people I work with have never been to either of these places. This weekend I decided to pay a visit to those rarely suggested stops, the places ignored by most tours and forgotten by D.C.-ists. And I was surprised by what I found—by far one of the best days I’ve spend in D.C.

The first week in July, the Grocery Manufacturers Association will host C-suite executives (i.e. the highest ranking execs in a company: CEOs, CFOs, CIO and so on) from 50 major companies within our membership. This conference is called the Future Forces in Food (FFIF) roundtable.

The girls and I decided we had to continue our tour of the city. Our next stop: Arlington Cemetery. While this was not the happiest of places we’ve visited, it was something none of us were willing to miss. So Saturday morning, bright and early, we rode the metro to Arlington and bought tickets to do the tourmobile tour.

So, today marks the end of an era. Back to the Future is no longer cool. (Jumpin’ Jigowatts!)

At least that’s what the folks at Universal Studios think. Today is the final day of Back to the Future, The Ride at Universal Studios – Orlando. Rumor is they’re shutting it down to make room for a Simpsons ride (Transformers has also been thrown around). But it doesn’t soften the blow at all.

Granted, the movie is now more than 20 years old and most Flagler College students weren’t even born when Marty McFly first went back in time on a botched time travel experiment and ended up making out with his mom and turning his dad from a hopeless geek into a Biff-pounding hero.

As you read this, I’m on my way to Ft. Lauderdale to head out on the first (hopefully annual) Barenaked Ladies Ships & Dip Cruise. (I don’t know who came up with that title, but it is wonderfully random.)

Yes, the band I can’t quit talking about somehow forgot to put out a restraining order against me and I’ll be in an enclosed space with them for five days. Heaven help us all.

Actually, as fanatic as I am, I can’t bring myself to disturb them when they’re not “working.” I have always claimed that if I ever saw them in a public place I would not run up to them like some crazed fan. They are not “working.” It’s not the same as a concert.

No this isn’t an homage to Napoleon Dynamite, although I must admit, “Tina you fat lard, come get some dinner!” is still one of my favorite movie lines ever.

But Uncle Rico does not appear here, nor do Kip or Deb. No gratuitous “Vote for Pedro” references. Sorry folks. This time I really want to jump on the technology bandwagon.

You just have to appreciate people who have the same twisted sense of humor you do. And my coworker, Mike, is much appreciated by me.

You can thank him for the “wobbly bits” blog and the one about the First Lady’s fashion faux pas. And now you can thank him for my commentary on psychotic squirrels. Yes, I said squirrels.

Apparently a pack of black squirrels (or a dray as it is called) attacked a dog in Russia last week. There are so many things about this story that make me simultaneously shudder and laugh.

No this isn’t a bad joke, it’s my way of telling you that three women showed up to an exclusive White House holiday reception wearing the same dress. Not only that, it was the same dress the First Lady was wearing.

As a woman I found myself cringing at the fashion faux pas and then realized the absurdity of CBS News covering such a story. This is supposed to be news?

Next thing you know we’ll be talking about how Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman got it on in the Lincoln bedroom. Oh wait, that’s already been covered.