I met Jamie Lee Curtis once, at least I made her a hot cocoa, which is like way, way more intimate than just "meeting" someone -- we might as well have frenched. I was working at Starbucks and the hot chocolate was actually for her daughter (her adopted daughter -- remember Jamie's extra Y chromosome? He he!) -- not the most exciting brush with stardom, except that the two ladies were accompanied by the fabulous Christopher Guest, JLC's husband and the man behind up-to-eleven Nigel of Spinal Tap, which is still so funny, and Best in Show, which maybe wasn't nearly as funny but certainly shone with big-bottom brilliance in some spots. Like that couple with braces and the dog in therapy who describe in freakish detail their meeting at Starbucks? Laughs and laughs!

I may be reading into this a bit, but I can't help thinking that the moments Chris and I spent together that day in Starbucks -- him shuffling along a step behind and to the left of Jamie, silent and avoiding all eye contact, me beaming and sweating and calling out, "child's size cocoa!" in an extra-loud (they were the only people in there) and unplanned Rennaisance Pleasure Faire voice before handing off the cup with a precious, two-handed flourish -- were when the seeds of that scene were first sewn.

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)