I turned in a completed and admittedly crappy final paper for my Women Writers English class, marking the end of an epically stressful spring quarter at UW. To celebrate, Drew and I ate at one of my favorite restaurants in Capitol Hill. Afterward, we decided to walk up Pine to grab some ice cream at Molly Moon’s. Somewhere between Bauhaus and Area 51, I completely lost my shit because I saw one of my favorite actors heading my way. My heart started to race and a smile began to appear, and it was all I could do to not run up to this man and give him a hug:

That’s right ladies and germs, Paul Giamatti. Even better, I shared a moment with Paul Giamatti. As I saw him walking towards me, I looked at Drew for reassurance because I couldn’t believe what was happening (in which he said out loud, “Hey, it’s Paul Giamatti.”). I could not hide my embarrassingly enthusiastic smile and looked at him with glee oozing out of my pores. He shot a sincere smile back AT ME. Yes, we shared a smile.

Best. Day. Ever.