lattes of the rich and the famous…

The constant social disconnect that is Hollywood can be fun, but it can also get frustrating. I’m at a Starbucks staring at a man who is either:

A) Someone I met recently and had like, a single conversation with, which means I met him at a party, or I had a meeting with him, or he worked on the pilot somehow for a day…

or, more likely,

B) Someone who was recently on television or in the movies.

And either way I feel like an asshole because I’m staring at him, thinking, “Man, do I know that guy enough that I’m being an asshole for not saying hi, or do I only know his face because I’ve recapped it, or seen it fifty feet tall in front of my face?”

So what do you do? You stare, and say nothing. That way he can’t figure out if he knows you or if you’re just that shifty computer girl at the Starbucks who stares at him while he orders his chai latte.