Walking down the street with Megan in Silverlake. Inside my head: Hey, is that…Mark Ruffalo? No wait, it’s…it’s that guy from Grey’s Anatomy! And The Wedding Planner!!

I turn to give Megan the “star nod,” but before I can get my head tilted and my eyes bulging and my jaw clenched in that ventriloquist lock, she screams, “Justin!” and makes a beeline right at him.

Me, cringing, inside: OH my god, Megan. You have gone and done it! The Los Angeles classic: mistaking someone famous for someone you know, the worst! Mortifying! Fifteen hundred small deaths!

That Guy from Grey’s Anatomy and also The Wedding Planner: “MEGAN! Wow, how are you?” He gives Megan a hug. (It is revealed later that they were back-in-the-day friends in New York, who knew?)

Me, gigantically puzzled, inside: Oh. Wait.

That Guy from Grey’s Anatomy and also The Wedding Planner, to me: “Hi, I’m Justin. Hey, I like your necklace.”

Me, cowering and staring, agape and agog, dying and thrilled, MOVIE STAR! MOVIE STAR!: “Hi.”