So, Katie and I are sitting on my big brown Ikea couch (which Katie claims is gray and Annie claims is purple, but is CLEARLY chocolate brown) eating Raisin Bran for dinner and John calls to tell me that he is--right now-- at Sundance at a screening staring Tilda Swinton WITH Tilda SWINTON.
My life suddenly seems somewhat ordinary and incredibly lame and worthless. Just thought you might want to know.
(Updates to come, assuming that John does his job as a good friend and at least says hello, or curtseys, or whatever you do to SWINTON-Her-Highness in a moment of true humbling honor.)
To be continued...