Last night, at the Century City Apple Store testing out Leopard, a gaggle of 13-year olds ran into the store and took over the iMac next to me.  The queen bee got on her cell phone, “I JUST….WE JUST…CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY…GULFSTREAM RESTAURANT…HE’S SOOOOOO FINE!”

*Squeal*Hang up*Repeat*

She must have done it about five times while jockeying for the center position among her friends in the iSight/iChat that they were trying to initiate.

“I JUST….WE JUST…CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY…GULFSTREAM REST — you’re getting in the way! — GULFSTRE — hey, I want to be in the middle — YEAH, HE WAS LOOKING FOR HIS MOM…HE’S SOOOOOO FINE!”

Later, when Mary Milan and I were walking to the concession stand inside the Century City theater, Matthew Perry sidled up next to us on his way to pick up snacks for American Gangster.  We were seeing Martian Child, one of those dreaded dead spouse movies, because American Gangster was sold out; apparently, being a sitcom star makes you prescient enough to buy tickets online, something we failed to do.

Unlike Murray, Perry did not look SO FINE.  In fact, as Mary Milan remarked, he looked terribly depressed as he bought his peanut M&M’s.

Later, in our theater, Mary Milan excitedly called her sister to tell her that we had just seen Chandler from Friends.

With the exception of the squeals of delight, it was pretty much the same conversation as the 13-year olds.

Seriously.

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