My friend got to touch the hand of the Divine Miss Juliette Lewis this weekend and I’m so jealous!!! I tried to act like all “whatever”, but I was real bummed. Why? Because even though this envy is completely irrational, I wanted to touch Juliette Lewis. The fact that he got to touch the woman who has been affiliated with my favorite director EVER, Quentin Tarantino (aka QT) is a sickness! Not to mention that I began to seriously fantasize–after watching Natural Born Killers–that I could be the one standing on some random bridge wearing a white veil and blue jeans professing my love to my man (minus the blood-brother pact and matching skull wedding bands). You gotta admire a girl who can go from sucking the thumb of Bobby De Niro to being the center of a band aptly titled: “Juliette and the Licks“. Dammit! Why can’t we all just touch a little greatness?