Mornin', y'all! Welcome to ex-Freedom Friday! As Mike Riggs, your favorite freedom-lover, reported last week, he is no longer doing City Desk's Morning Roundup on Fridays. And that means only one thing: Freedom is dead.

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The Way We Get By is almost certainly a marvelous movie, at least judging from Mike Riggs' review, which ran in our Silverdocs issue (6/12). The producers of the movie liked Riggs' review so much they excerpted it on their movie poster, an excerpt of which you can see above. Interesting thing about that review, though: Riggs never said "Absolutely stunning" in it (regardless, I am absolutely stunned I didn't kill such wildly gushing copy when I had the chance).

To find that part of this quote, you have to turn to Riggs' morning roundup from Thursday, June 11. He wrote then:

As for me, I got pretty choked up watching The Way We Get By, and can’t think of a single friend, family member, or down-on-his-luck stranger to whom I would not recommend this film. Absolutely stunning. And Trimpin opened my eyes to the joys of reviewing movies while high sound installations.

I had to ask. He says "I had smoked a little bit before I watched" The Way We Get By, but swears he was stone-cold sober when he wrote that ringing endorsement.

Our wacky company. Jesus, our wacky company. Today was the day a judge in Florida was due to decide how best to conduct an equity auction next month that'll presumably end our company's nearly yearlong journey through bankruptcy. She kind of punted.

But: Talk about burying the lede! Following the ruling, Creative Loafing CEO Ben Eason said he was considering stepping down as CEO to, as Wayne Garcia reports, "focus on formulating a new equity bid for the post-bankruptcy company."

This leaves us without a CEO. And in the absence of an obvious candidate, may I suggest our own City Lights editor, Mike Riggs? Some points:

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Though I'm no inaugural historian, I'm just going to bet that the following scenario has never played out before in the history of Jan. 20ths:

Some people who live in an apartment building finish the holiday season with some extra wine that they never cracked. They look at the calendar, see that the inauguration is coming up and say, Hey, let's use this wine for a little inaugural party. Said party gradually grows in ambition, adding champagne, a caterer, plus a kickass jazz band. It becomes a full-fledged inaugural ball, complete with a A-list celeb in political commentator Mark Shields and other high-flyers who are overheard congratulating themselves for electing Obama.

That it all happened in a Kalorama building, one of the toniest areas of the city, detracts only slightly from its value as a great 2009 ball of inaugural yarn. According to correspondent-in-the-field Mike Riggs, the narrative above is exactly how 2029 Connecticut Avenue came to be throwing a huge soiree tonight.

2029 Connecticut, you say? Where's that? Well, that's right on the crest of the Connecticut Avenue hill that separates the greater Dupont area from the Taft bridge and upper whitedom. One of its famous denizens is none other than Carol Schwartz, who, at a party she threw a decade ago, pointed out to a Washington City Paper reporter that she had a nice view of the Washington Monument...from the seat of her toilet. At the time of the 2029 Apartment Building Inaugural Ball, Schwartz's doggie was being walked. Correspondent Riggs wasn't quite sure what kind of dog it was, but describes it like this: "It was hairy and solid black--closer to a Newfoundland than to a collie. It's fluffy---long hair and a thick coat but it is flat."

Reporting by Mike Riggs, writing by Erik Wemple

Head on over to the Sexist, dear readers, for a delicious Five Minutes (bordering six) You'll Never Get Back, during which Amanda Hess and Yours Truly talk about gay marriage, election-inspired Craigslist hook ups, and gender bias. Also: Intern Bobby asks Democrats how they'll make peace with the lose--er, Republicans (Hint: it ain't happenin'.)