There's something about my mom and sister coming to town that makes famous people come out of the woodwork (I know they actually live in houses and I'm not even sure what woodwork means, but anyway...). My sister and I are convinced that my mom is having a love affair with Alec Baldwin because on two separate occasions (once in church and once at a sushi restaurant) the King of all Baldwins has appeared out of the ether. Not being a Los Angeles resident, my mother did the whole full-body turn and face-off stare. I must have shamed her because after the second Baldwin-sighting she mirrored my stoic lip-locked FBI impersonation.

Tonight, I was at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf with my sister and her teenaged-angst-ridden friends when John Cusack came in to get a latte. I sidled up to two of them and did my whole FBI-talking-out-of-the-side-of-my-mouth routine. They all started to giggle and become hysterical except for my sister who cooly turned to him and said, "I know this is rude, but I just wanted to let you know that I really like your movies." He said a polite thank-you and picked up his double soy latte, or whatever he drinks. My heart swelled with love for her. Without resorting to gushing people-worship she was able to offer her praise.

Just for today, I am proud of my sister and her pro star-sighting skills.