just another day in studio city

after buying fresh tangelos and artichokes from the farmers market on sunday, matt and i walked across the street to trader joes to get some steaks for grilling. we checked out at our friend jesse's register, and while she was ringing up our food stuffs, i glanced 2 registers over and saw two very famous people: william h macy and felicity huffman. AH. i turned around to matt and in my best i-see-someone-awesome-and-i-want-to-run-over-there-but-that's-not-cool-so-i'm-going-to-try-really-REALLY-hard-to stay-calm voice i loudly whispered with eyes as big as the moon, 'ah! over there! william h macy! ah!'

'what, you see someone famous?' asked jesse, nonchalantly.
'YES. YES.'

i got a few good glances in before i made an actual attempt at being discreet. william was wearing tiny tiny jogging shorts, had long hair, john lennon sun glasses, and a large wool hat, brown with some pinkish design. felicity was wearing sunglasses and long sleeves and long pants, but very obviously is in very good shape. both of them. i expected william h macy to be a bit scrawnier, but boy is ripped.

we went outside where i pretended to use my iphone for something until they walked out past us. we walked back through the parking lot to get to our bikes across the street and passed them as they got into their big black mercedes.

ugh.
i know 'actors are real people, too' but if that's true, how come i feel as if i am in the presence of GODS when i see some of them?