So last Friday the company threw a celebrity costume gig downtown. I went as a celebrity who's been in the news a lot recently. (You can look at the pictures and decide for yourself how convincing I was.) I didn't win any prizes in the official costume competition, but for the People on Laugavegur, who I kept going outside to visit, I was a big hit. (After all, my celebrity needs the People just as much as they need her.) For the uninitiated, Laugavegur is the Main Street of Reykjavík and on weekend nights it becomes an endless parade of cars on the cruise, later supplemented with swaying pedestrians on the sidewalks and lined up outside the bars. All that I and my swan-necked coworker "Björk" had to do was go out on the sidewalk with our props and wave at the cars. We got smiles, cheers, people rolling down their windows to talk, passersby saying "til hamingju!", and one driver even handed me a mostly-finished ice cream "for the baby". Even the patrolling Lögreglan looked on with some amusement. Well, OK, maybe just amusement on the inside.