<p>Some of you may remember the time I ran into a drunk <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2006/08/i_see_famous_pe.html">Hugh Grant</a> at a fancy hotel in Miami, or the time I shared an itsy-bitsy table at a Starbucks with <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2006/08/i_see_famous_pe_1.html">Alex Rodriguez</a>.&#0160; If you know me in person you&#39;ve doubtless heard my &quot;I spent New Year&#39;s Eve with Madonna (at a private party- <u>not</u> at a concert thankyouverymuch)&quot; story.&#0160; You may have heard that one more than once, but seriously, wouldn&#39;t you talk about that all the time too?</p>

<p>I used to run into famous people everywhere - Shakira at a hole-in-the-wall salon (we both got $15 haircuts), Richard Hatch and Pierce Brosnan (both at airports - guess who I was more excited to see.&#0160; Go on, guess!), Harrison Ford outside a dark South Beach alley (it was a great relief to learn that the footsteps echoing behind me belonged to Indiana Jones and not a homicidal killer.&#0160; In all seriousness, PHEW!)&#0160; Sadly, my sightings after moving here can be counted on one hand:&#0160; Jack Welch.&#0160; Ok, fine - they (it!) can be counted on one finger.&#0160; Whatever.</p>

<p>So you will forgive my excitement at learning that I will be meeting <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0666556/">Donovan Patton</a> next week.&#0160; Yes, I&#39;m excited that I will be meeting someone who is, for all practical purposes, a cartoon character.</p>

<p>I&#39;m obviously doing this for my kids because I&#39;m a good mother.&#0160; Right!&#0160; Of COURSE it&#39;s out of pure unadulterated curiosity - will he act like the adult toddler we see on TV?&#0160; Or will he be bitter and washed out, not unlike a mall Santa?&#0160; </p>

<p>The world needs to know.</p>

<p>(Who wants to bet that Sebastian won&#39;t have a clue as to who this guy is?&#0160; Better put Blue&#39;s Clues on heavy rotation.)</p>
