I had two LIFE ALTERING star sightings Saturday afternoon at the Arclight in Hollywood. First, I was walking down the stairs from the parking lot into the courtyard and I LITERALLY BUMPED INTO James Franco. JAMES. FRANCO. Which is QUITE a day brightener, I can tell you THAT! He smiled that crinkly little smile, I blushed and giggled, and my sister actually got whiplash as she did a double, then triple, take before screaming “HOLYSHITISTHAT…” and thereby severing my love connection with James FOREVER. He scowled and skittered away. But here’s what he looked like: PERFECT. Bigger than you’d expect. And MANLY. A little scraggly. Major beardage. He was wearing a heavy denim jacket with a fleece collar, which was odd because it’s SUMMER in LOS ANGELES, but whatever. It gets chilly in those movie theaters. He was also wearing a trucker hat which is kind of douchey but he’s James Franco and I’m sure if he didn’t he couldn’t leave the house because he’s so James Franco-y-looking that he’d be mobbed everywhere he went.

So my sister and I were breathlessly discussing James (as were the ticket girls and the ticket takers and the concession stand queens), when who should walk straight towards me but JOSH HUTCHERSON! You know: From the Hunger Games. And Bridge to Terabithia (don’t get me started). And here’s the amazing thing about THAT: He wasn’t Hobbit-sized AT ALL. We’ve been led to believe from paparazzi pics that he’s absolutely MINISCULE, with possibly an encephalitic head, but I can assure you he’s ABSOLUTELY NORMAL. Well. Don’t get me wrong: He’s not tall. And he’s not a strapping specimen of manhood by any stretch of the imagination. I mean: He’s no JAMES FRANCO, for God’s sake. But he’s not a wee thing, either. Just a normal-sized person. Maybe an inch or so shorter than I am, and I’m 5’8″ and 3/4ths. But he’s reeeeeeeally cute. Blond now, because he starts shooting Catching Fire sometime this month. And he, too, was wearing a trucker hat, but ho HO, that couldn’t fool ME! I followed him to the bathroom, but chickened out and got a drink of water instead of sidling up to him at the urinals. And that was my weekend. And it was probably THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE.