Sighted

Who: Christina Hendricks, aka Joan Holloway from Mad Men
Where: Westwood Village
When: Couple hours ago, on the way to the supermarket after finally seeing The Hurt Locker
How: Drizzly evening in Los Angeles; walking past the Geffen Playhouse theater (the prettiest little theater I've ever seen, by the way) through the crowd of people who had just exited, presumably after a play; an older crowd- mostly rich retired Bel-Air arts patrons; flash of flaming red hair and pale skin amidst the black and grey of raincoats; weird nagging sensation of familiarity; "wow, that woman is so pretty," at the same time as "holy shit, it's - wait, really?!"; trying to stop staring like an idiot as we brush by each other; keeping calm for the next few metres before excitedly poking my friend, who of course had no idea who I was talking about.

(And I know what you're gonna ask me and her boobs didn't actually seem that big in person. Although they were probably the first things I noticed as she came towards me, before I looked up to her face - maybe I'm the female equivalent of a breast man.)