Just the other day I was sharing with a family friend the story of when I met [my aspirational spirit animal] the delightful Patricia Clarkson. Which ends as the story about how I embarrassed myself utterly in front of [a totally not actor height so how was I to know?] Colin Firth, who was standing right next to her the whole time. Both stories took place in front of the elevator bank at the Durham Marriott/convention center a few Aprils ago, when Clarkson et al. was in town to shoot a movie. This movie.
Related: So excited that Clarkson is joining "Parks and Recreation" this season. As if I needed another excuse to watch my favorite living South Carolinian I have not met [sorry, Colbehrrr], deliciously dangerous Aziz Ansari.
In honor of Clarkson's Louisianan roots, a lagniappe.
